music
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This rhythm is rolling rolling around inside my undulating chest and heart Sitting at this wooden table, contemplating it not being real and part of me and part of you and I’m not really touching it, it’s touching me. The music changes, I dream of being a poet. I dream of being who I am.…
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www.gofundme.com/anitalorrainemusic Poem about the process and #SurrenderingtotheSacred continued from the last episode to catch yall up: The Mystery Still They used to call that old white lightning “moonshine” in these hills How many lips of other those words or family ties it breaks and kills Strawberry apple pie or dark cherry kinds But I found…
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Maine was beautiful and playing music and learning music is a divine rejuvenator. I learned a jazz chord progression and many new songs. Sang and played at Moosehead Lake’s The Birches and Easy Street tavern in Hallowell, Maine, and for Ladies Night @ the famous Dancing Saxin’ Bobby Watson’s place. The Loons sang us to…
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