Saturday, November 7, 2009

1107.

Today, as we were taking turns playing on an old out-of-tune piano with only 66 keys, you scooched over on the bench and you taught me how to play the bass line to a song you love and you played the melody and we pretended to be your favorite musician, standing up with one leg behind us and it felt like last year again, except with nicer clothes and a different status.

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