Deer In Woods

KeysClose your eyes and let the smells waft in The musty odor of old wood The metallic tang of the 264 stringsKeys
Close your eyes and let the sounds surround you The creak of the bench as your weight settles The silence that proceeds the first note
Close your eyes and let your fingers wander The cool, firm touch of ivory The heavy weight of the damper beneath your foot Press down and bring into being an explosion of sensory information Feel the vibrations of
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"The scope of the mind is unlimited, it can reach where arms can't, through any barrier." -Moll; 'Rebirth of Mothra 3'
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"when you do things right, people won't be sure you've done anything at all."
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Breaking the hourglass, one grain of sand at a time...
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I just killed a clown.
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I just killed a clown.
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