My daughter is cut from the same cloth as myself. Last night she discovered how very thin our herd of goats is becoming as we slowly sell them, and she fell into a puddle of tears. She's been told it would happen, but when reality hit, it was too much. I feel the same.
Holding on steadily to hope as I walk towards new things and away from the solitude and beauty I've always found here.
Music Paralysis: Why We Stop Finding New Music
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Statistics show, and you know this intuitively, that the music we listened
to in our early teen years will be our favorite music through our lifetime.
So...
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