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Strange. I was just listening to Mozart's Piano Sonata No. 11 in A Major and I swear I immediately smelt old varnished wood like my Gran's old piano she had when I was little. She must have played it too me when I was a wee tot. I miss being able to play. I can still sight read- but not well, and can play a few tunes by heart. I wish I could play trombone again. I wish I had time to take dancing lessons. I wish I had of played with my dog Banjo more when he was not so old. I wish I had more time to read the books that cram my bookcase and bend its shelves into a smile- making the paper spines look like teeth. I wish I would get my act in gear and get driving lessons. I wish I had more inspiration to paint something on my blank canvas left from a few years ago. I wish I was nicer to my mum.
