Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Heartfright

The last chord splinters. All eyes to me, scalded red hands folded in my lap and finished. She's not listening and if she's not listening there is no music.
Posted by at 8:21 AM

4 comments:

  3. Yep, I still love your stuff. It's good.

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  4. Thanks, Martha. May clouds pregnant with sunbeams follow you always.

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