Nov 27, 2006 20:33
"When I was a young girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. They made me feel so much. A calander that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from the chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table"
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(let's write music)
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