January forced me to hit the ground running. Now that my day job has calmed down, my muse is eager to work on anything but the blog. Thankfully, I had this idea prepared ahead of time. Enjoy a slice from my reserves as I convince my muse to stop poking me in the shoulder.
The only thing that hasn’t been looted from the old Booker place is a piano. It’s a beautiful instrument, but horribly out of tune. A pianist hears about this sad piano and gets an opportunity to see it in person. Write about the pianist’s journey to legally acquire this piano and the surprising amount of work needed to restore it.
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