
Being the good and faithful daughter for my dad, I went to the apple farm today and purchased a heap of apricot jam that he loves. It was a lovely day and there was an orchestra, choirs, and pianists as well as an organic
barby, freshly squeezed apple juice made in a 19
th century wooden crusher. And this lovely
piece of music a young girl played for us and it was so lovely, I had to ask her to write down the name of it and also to play it again. I never get sick of hearing it.
1 comment:
that was very beautiful, you can feel yourself getting lost in that peice
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