Once we get it to the street I said, Its all pretty much downhill from here. And we looked toward home together, surveying the potholes, dips and little inclines.
I came across a small, chapel sized upright piano on its side last Monday in someone’s yard, two hours before you had to leave to teach. It was fate, I said. Something told me I needed to go out. Snow and rain were coming. It had to be now, I said. And without hesitation, you put on your coat and shoes and we walked hastily down the weathered sidewalk to save it from sure death at the hands of the hangings-on of winter rains and snow…
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