A gentle rain on the roof, a young woman playing the cello on the radio. It was the best part of my day. The brush and the paint did all the work. All I did was follow the rhythm and kept out of the way. The dogs did a good job of sleeping and keeping me company. It all came together. Will the world care? I've come to the realization that it doesn't matter, just doesn't matter at all. The grace and elegance of the music are on that canvas and I loved every second of it.
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