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piano
piano
(taking me way back.)
When I was young, I took piano lessons. Of course, the bratty kid that I most certainly was, I whined until my parents let me quit. I wish I never had. I love the sound of a piano, and I can't wait until I live with one again to spend some honest time with it. The reverberations of the sound, the slow romance - or spunky fun - that it can create.
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