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I pressed record and played. One of my favorite ways to play. It really comes from you and less from the notes.


"A lone star caches my gaze as the smoke clears. I cough but am strangely peaceful. Its cold though I don't mind it much. The piano plays inside and you're worm in your bed I'm sure, not paying any attention to the star that has captured my mind and asked me to feel again. I sit and think of the days, the weeks I've gone without paying much heed to such things as stars or hazy nights, But it is getting late and the cold is now finally getting to me. I'll head inside and forget this moment in a moment as I get on with my dull life, but I'm glad I saw the star. I hope to see it again." -H