Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Music Makes it all Better

There's nothing left. I tell myself not to be ridiculous but something sour is curdling in my stomach. Like how I felt when Mr. Edwards came home in a bad mood - only worse. Tomorrow I'm going out to seed the west half. The wind blew out what was planted before. Tonight, a prayer and then a little practice with the fiddle, maybe the curdle in my stomach will disappear.

Here goes.


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