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Story telling music to my ears

Breeze Breeze by Gina
(won this kit on her blog, for this memory submited)

Journal

Years ago, Andy woud work midnights at the refinery. I would sit in Karens room playing on the Atari, gong to buliton boards messing with graphics etc.

The boy next door would sit out in back and party wih his friends r mess around in garage. Felt safe to open window.

Around 2.30am in spring, the birds would wake up and start singing. The doves in the evergreens out front. Chirps from little ones out back. As the sun came up more would join in

The years have passed, and so many trees been cut down. And my
hearing not as good back then. Not the same music at dawn.

Would like to go back to one of those mornings and expience this again