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Ann Marie
Jazz reminded me of my deceased father's love of the music genre, the muted colored portrait of Jesus that I forgot was on my mother's dresser since before I was born. I had forgotten how people and family gathered in front rooms. How it felt to be a young dancer. It felt sweet. I waited for the wrestling men to throw each other across the yard like in movies, then I noticed the flowers.
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Kathleen
To see the beauty in music