The Dimming of the Day

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My Dad used to play boogie woogie piano so fast I wondered how his hands could move like that…we would all gather around… Mom on the guitar. Everyone picked up a tambourine or conga drum, a pan and spoon, or just a harmony…and the neighbors would wander down…hearing the ruckus coming through the windows…his old favorites play in my dreams at night…

And one of mine…

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