Sound: Squeeeee.
Sound of door opening.
Aaron: Ah, nooooo.
A musician never rests (when she's supposed to).
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Born at the instant / The churchbells chimed / The whole world whispering / You're born at the right time
Wendy Wetzel
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3 comments:
or passing time until her prison break.
Awesome. We have a blues player at our house as well, since he was about 2.5. Sometimes he blows a riff that we think should go on an album.
She's so sweet in so many ways! :) love, grandma
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