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Nov 2013
I stood there
music with me through me.
As natural as walking after  learning to crawl.
Pacing my self breathing the night air.
Feeling on, feeling relaxed feeling electric

I can't stop and the rhythm is infectious.
My body sways and I'm not there.
I watch myself as I  tumble from note to note,
blending and bending. Ego shut out.
Art for art's sake.

Resolution time after time.
Irving MacPherson
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