Meditation On A Mid Life Cello
It’s part of my mid-life crisis. I assumed the cello and I would hit it off like we were lovers in a former life. We have really, really not.
It’s part of my mid-life crisis. I assumed the cello and I would hit it off like we were lovers in a former life. We have really, really not.
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