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Offset Interests - a Whackadoodle Inn story
Years ago I had the pleasure of knowing 
randomonlooker He was a young and highly talented musician. As things happen, we got to know each other, and he told me he had a terminal disease. To say I was shocked would be putting it lightly. We talked about it, and he said he had accepted it, and continued making such wonderful music.
One day, his time came. When I learned of it, Toby the Bull appeared in the woods near Scanectity's farm. This was not a conscious writing on my part, but I knew it was my friend.
Though we meet so many wonderful people in our lives, many of them do beat us to the finish line, and that's just the way it is. This does not mean we stop remembering them.
In context, this is a happy story, so no fears there.
Vixyy
randomonlooker He was a young and highly talented musician. As things happen, we got to know each other, and he told me he had a terminal disease. To say I was shocked would be putting it lightly. We talked about it, and he said he had accepted it, and continued making such wonderful music.One day, his time came. When I learned of it, Toby the Bull appeared in the woods near Scanectity's farm. This was not a conscious writing on my part, but I knew it was my friend.
Though we meet so many wonderful people in our lives, many of them do beat us to the finish line, and that's just the way it is. This does not mean we stop remembering them.
In context, this is a happy story, so no fears there.
Vixyy
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Dang those pesky Onion Ninjas anyway...
My brother is an excellent musician (takes after my father; I personally like working on electric guitars better than playing them) and had my grandfather Abe Marmelstein's old violin restored some years back. It sounds pretty good...
My brother is an excellent musician (takes after my father; I personally like working on electric guitars better than playing them) and had my grandfather Abe Marmelstein's old violin restored some years back. It sounds pretty good...
A wonderful story about young Toby. Music was a treasured gift in the days before electricity and radio.
My grandfather brought a clarinet from the old country; he and his fellows from there would bring out what instruments they played and the Czárdás and other musics of home were played and brought joy to bring relief to the day's toil.
My grandfather brought a clarinet from the old country; he and his fellows from there would bring out what instruments they played and the Czárdás and other musics of home were played and brought joy to bring relief to the day's toil.
I've said before that music is my drug of choice. And while it can alter or enhance my current mood, the most beautiful form it can come in (for me) is a single, soulful violin quietly played.
You wrote a story, and I could hear that lovely music in my mind. And I was misty-eyed by the end.
Maybe you weren't meant to be a musician, but music takes many forms. And your work it equally beautiful to me.
*hugs*
You wrote a story, and I could hear that lovely music in my mind. And I was misty-eyed by the end.
Maybe you weren't meant to be a musician, but music takes many forms. And your work it equally beautiful to me.
*hugs*
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