7/16/1999 The notes ring out, pulsing, surfing the breeze, Moving their souls, their bodies with unconscious ease. Sweat beads, smoke rises and dust churns; moving feet. Syncopated rhythms, chimes in time; emotional beats. Gathered for one, by one, with only one intent above, Sharing notes in time, together, in outdoor weather; the music they love. [summer memory, 14 yrs ago today]
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