I've been enjoying noodling, but it's begun to sound repetitive. When I stopped in at The Bead Store in Baker City, the young woman showed me how she and her husband use these three chords to create a "dark" waltz.
Her black shorts and bodice evoked visions of Fetlife, which, at the time, I was thinking about. Her mother, around my age, around my age, was also in the shop. Interacting with the two was a reminder of how my age has moved me beyond the realm of some possibilities.
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