The Jazz of Life
Blue notes blend with grace.
Echoes linger, finding space.
Secrets reside,
where fleeting moments hide.
In every glimpse, a story spins.
The jazz of life, our journey begins
A memoir in the works. Random thoughts, dreams, wishes and memories.
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