jeudi, mars 25, 2004
it was past 11pm and i was walking home, strains of secret garden sounding in the earphones. down the bus into the quiet walkways. i glimpsed two pieces of paper lying by the grass. and behold, there were musical notes on it, scores for some instrument. and i was so delighted to see them. it warmed my heart to know that, amidst all, our streets can be strewn with music scores. like some italian art village
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