Piano.
I love it.
The sound...it's nothing I can ever describe in words.
So.
What does it boil down to, when it all boils down?
Why, whatever can't frivolously evaporate in the process, of course.
Which, it seems in one's life, is one's self. So how do you know who that person is? What they are made of? How to mix it with the correct ingredients in
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