This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Friday, July 22, 2011
strings
When a cello plays I think of you so fondly ~ moisture on my cheeks.
Sound, like scent....such strong memories. Violin will always be associated with one child, Clarinet the other. Piano to me, guitar to him. A symphony of memories in one single song.
Sound, like scent....such strong memories. Violin will always be associated with one child, Clarinet the other. Piano to me, guitar to him. A symphony of memories in one single song.
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