March 14, 2011
There was a magical moment that occurred one afternoon in March. Some of it may have been a desire to jump back in time and feel the innocence of being a small child again. Or hear the sweet clang of metal against metal. Perhaps it was a song in his head that he just needed to get out. Whatever the reason, Porter was invited and the two disappeared into a musical world where nothing else mattered.
(I was surprised this time. Only one pot and one lid.)
Friday, February 24, 2012
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