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Aaaah. First thing I read after stepping out of intensive training for lunch, and I’m crying, because I can only imagine how my mom would have loved to discuss this with you. Loading... 20160203 at 15:22 Reply
This poem was a direct result of your comment on my piano and cello post. To love and to let go. Loading... 20160203 at 20:08 Reply
Aaaah.
First thing I read after stepping out of intensive training for lunch, and I’m crying, because I can only imagine how my mom would have loved to discuss this with you.
This poem was a direct result of your comment on my piano and cello post. To love and to let go.