White boots, drums, trombones
Figures traced on football field
Practice for the fall
Grandson joined the band
Plays new sounds that stir old hearts
Some things never change
Haiku: Music In the Air
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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