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May 2019
Music, true music, it speaks, it chooses, where to live, who to inspire. In your car or with you when your alone listening to your headphones. You know it's deep within the vast scenic bridges of angelic choirs in your brain it's a place apart from the abundant society. It floats in the air that we breath.  It sings from the paint within the history of your walls at home, and when we speak we create music blindlessly. Music is everywhere, Seen or unseen.
Written by
G J O'Brien  Small Town in Mississippi
(Small Town in Mississippi)   
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