MUSIC DOESN'T COME FROM COOKIE CUTTERS.
Running to the rhythm of the jazz music as the horns drown
out vocals too soft even for the flute music that can be heard from each
orchestra member playing in a different house I pass. Rows upon rows of cut out
yards with beautiful music wafting by never noticing the houses for their
sameness but hearing each note as I pass distinct and unique yet as one piece
magnificent in its pureness.
By Sam written April 8, 2016 time stamp 11:11pm on April 8,
2016 posted 11: 13pm on April 8, 2016
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