Friday, March 01, 2024
Humility
Fingernails scraping across a blackboard. Screeching tires stopping at an intersection. The dentist drill grinding my molar. These are sounds we can feel. And they feel horrible. Jan was haunted by such a sound recently. But it was the sound of a single musical note. Not just any note, but a note from her violin. Not just any...read more
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