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<FONT FACE="Verdana">Swaying in the hammock on the deck of my house, next to the ocean. Listening to the sounds of the surf, the gulls, and my grandchildren playing in the sand below along the beach. Thinking of the music that I love, the music that is so dear to me, not just the filks, but the music – <I>PERIOD</I>. Waiting for the rest of the band, and deciding on what music to play at the coffeehouse/pub (not bar)/restaurant that I own, or at least own a partnership in, on the island, and anticipating friends who will be visiting soon ... writers, musicians, and just plain people who love music. The sun is going down in the west, but watching the night cross in from the east as I think about these things, seeing the ships off shore, and the stars beginning to come out ... It must be in Florida or somewhere like that, because I keep seeing palm trees ... Or maybe the coast of North Carolina. Who knows?<BR>
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Keith a.k.a. White Plectrum<BR>
Musician and filker on hiatus, <BR>
Searching for my lost muse <BR>
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On 6/27/03 4:05 PM, "holly.lisle@sff.net" <holly.lisle@sff.net> wrote:<BR>
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</FONT><FONT FACE="Arial">So.<BR>
That's what I close my eyes and think about when the house is quiet and I can daydream. What about you?<BR>
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