The Beginning of a Saga
Sharondipity
Rain falls lazily into the caked grime of the streets.
Your eyes keep a downward gaze and you move in a crooked line to the place where you’ll spend your day.
You meet a friend who tells you that there is a party tonight just off of the park you remember.
You decide together that taking a bus at 17:00h will get you there in time to help begin the grilling.
Time passes.
You go to the upstairs room where the wall piano resides, and you play something new.
The sound morphs into consolation for the lonely feeling you harbor.
Out of the sound world, you begin making your way in the grey night.
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