I remember my first day of school as if it were yesterday.
I remember my first day of school as if it were yesterday At my age, lucid, I remember my first day of school as if it were yesterday. That first day of school at the San…
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Chronicle of a day that looks set to be perfect.
Chronicle of a day that looks set to be perfect My ideal morning does not begin with the shrill sound of an alarm clock, but with silence. A dense, cottony silence, the kind…
Tuning the Instrument: Languages, Piano, and the Pursuit of the Perfect Dream.
Tuning the Instrument: Languages, Piano, and the Pursuit of the Perfect Dream. As winter still blankets my neighbourhood in Ontario in white, and I prepare for the calendar…
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