I haven't legitimately played a piano since July 6th. It's now August 26th. That's 51 days. I think this is the longest I've ever gone without playing a piano in literally a full decade. It makes me upset. I feel uncreative. I really hate not playing.
Even in the middle of the ocean, there were pianos, even though they tried to ban me from them. Even in an orphanage in one of the poorest countries in the world, I could find something close enough to a piano.
Peace out.
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Edit: I also really miss roller hockey. It's weird what things end up being the most irreplaceable.
Even in the middle of the ocean, there were pianos, even though they tried to ban me from them. Even in an orphanage in one of the poorest countries in the world, I could find something close enough to a piano.
Peace out.
//
Edit: I also really miss roller hockey. It's weird what things end up being the most irreplaceable.
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