Suffice to say, I can still be moved by the simplest pleasures in the world.
Symphonies don't always come in the form of 4/4 measures and treble clefs.
A row of bins, full of apples, white tags matching up like dominos.
An old friend's latest music recording that brought tears to my eyes.
I guess I haven't quite reached dried up, retiree status yet. There is hope for me still.
Friday, October 17, 2008
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