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2005-08-08

Sax

Dreamt about my old saxophone. I dreamt that I took it out of storage and started to play it again. Felt the notes in my body, felt my fingers move over the delicate and gleaming brass, felt the reed on my lips and my breath into the mouthpiece.

God it feels good to dream like that. I wish I actually had my sax in storage; it could be anywhere now, playing its heart out for some other little kid.

1 Comments:

Blogger Rachael said...

Since I can't seem to get to sleep here in TO, I thought I'd catch up on some blog reading....

Lovely entry Ben! I'm glad you're writing more.

10:00 p.m.  

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