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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

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Is a home where you live, or where you feel most relaxed and at ease with yourself? I have found peace, then, in a thought. Not always comforting, to have the greatest sanctuary in the least quantifiable and absolute form possible. Nevertheless, The Meditations says it must be because it was thought. That bit isn't entirely true. Mom and I discussed names today. I fingered A minor today. I also played Kanon, also known as Canon, a Pachebel piece with an unbelievable personal history. I play the cello, you see. Already you see a piece of me! Eventually, you will hear me, smell me, and perhaps even heal me. For now, I wish you to feel the sound of a caress.
Posted by Ryan at 7:13 PM

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