We are loved. Can others see it?
I love old pianos, but when you come across one that has been this loved, you can't help but to stop and play it, knowing that it has made many a happy face in ages past.
AO
Saturday, July 03, 2010
Age with love
While we were in Tennessee, at the campground we stayed at, there was a lodge. A 'lodge' as in, where you can hang out, chat, and do other things in a much bigger space than your cabin. In this lodge, there was a piano. Not just any piano; this piano has been loved so much, and you can see it.
We are loved. Can others see it?
I love old pianos, but when you come across one that has been this loved, you can't help but to stop and play it, knowing that it has made many a happy face in ages past.
AO
We are loved. Can others see it?
I love old pianos, but when you come across one that has been this loved, you can't help but to stop and play it, knowing that it has made many a happy face in ages past.
AO
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I wish I'd been there to listen your music!
Blessings to you, sweet young lady!
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