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  • My little piano keeps me busy most nights. When I'm alone with it and let the World melt away and let my Ego go and let the light shine through me I have moments of bliss. The music warms my heart; makes me feel strong and self assured. It gives me a place to retreat to when the World feels weighty.

    The music doesn't wrap its arms around me and giggle into my neck. It doesn't make me soup on sick days, such as this one. It won't debate with me or hatch plans. It doesn't get a glint in its eye before it drags me deep under covers.

    I know it is a part of my becoming. But only a part of my becoming. Becoming isn't something we do alone. Becoming is the courage and strength to open a door and invite someone in.
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