now I try to come back, take a rest here...air always smells fresh and free here...listening to Moondog's semi-classical piano works, outside of my window there are trains passing by, going to east and west...from my angle, always empty wagons...I suppose just because of everyone got a seat. It's nice to think in that way.
staircase in Chelsea.
that was a day with unyielding sunshine. sunshine became black keys. I'd like to play on this harpsichord. play a Moondog's tune. maybe the one I'm now listening to - Jazz book No.2
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