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the proposition.
It's been a week since my encounter with the aspiring non-pianist and he's yet to come back to the store. The more I’ve thought about it,...
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the dust in the sun.
The pianos around me are covered in dust. They are always covered in dust - so familiar, like the Indiana plains. I run my feathered...
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the next step.
“Hey! Get out the street!” These are the first words I’ve heard directed at me all morning. I’ve been walking all over town on my way in...
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the intro.
Father didn't believe in the radio. Momma only got one after the war, when she knew he wouldn't be coming home. "It's for the news -- for...
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birdie.
I first met Birdie through an old black and white photograph on a random Google search. I was taking a creativity course at Belmont and...
THE STORY.
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