A moment…that’s all it took. Just a moment and there I was; standing in a whitewashed wooden porch room, alone. A few notes of music sent me back in time. I remembered the small room; about the size of a walk in closet. I had been playing a record. I sang with the tune. Later, I could remember others making fun of me. It didn’t matter. Those few notes had always taken me to “another place”. That was enough.

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