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Careful to mind the wasps, I slide down the sequoia's red trunk like a seahorse tail into the upturned umbrella, my skin green and sparkling with diamonds.
Dozing under the waterfall in Nashville, I heard Mozart.
If the only radio was the moon, and the moon played music each night, what do you imagine you might hear?
I am pianist, sometimes guitar player, writer, poet and friend. If you ever read my bio and it doesn't sound like an epitaph I have probably expired and it's written by someone else.
Dozing under the waterfall in Nashville, I heard Mozart.
If the only radio was the moon, and the moon played music each night, what do you imagine you might hear?
I am pianist, sometimes guitar player, writer, poet and friend. If you ever read my bio and it doesn't sound like an epitaph I have probably expired and it's written by someone else.
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Make me smile, listen to my music =D
Nicole i am glad that you can feel joy after listing to our music.
We are trying to cause others to have a moment of peace and joy.
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