George·Tohmé
He worked through the same measure twice before she smiled. Her mug had stopped steaming by then. The dog waited on the leash, uninterested in music, patient with the cold wood underfoot.

Two Chords, No Hurry

The porch light

He worked through the same measure twice before she smiled. Her mug had stopped steaming by then. The dog waited on the leash, uninterested in music, patient with the cold wood underfoot.

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