Piano
Her father sat her in front of a piano as a child, held her in his lap, brought music into her world.
Her father sat her in front of a piano as a child, held her in his lap, brought music into her world.
The road is dark now, fogged with doubt and cold.
Black Lives Matter. And: I am published! But the quest continues.
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