So I'm blowing down a hill (yes that hill the one I keep waxing lyrical about near my house.) in the driving rain, one of the last fall storms, and in my mind keeps playing the Marche Slav, the Tchaikovsky piece which I'm learning (not it really but a student version) and that's just a picture of my life today
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