e started playing along with Bach's Well Tempered Clavier, Book One, Prelude. It was devastating to me. (That song is ours, Michael.) I couldn't help but cry. Why do things like that keep happening to me here? 
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
This is a portion of the park. A miniscule portion. I spent about 15 minutes down here because there was a violinist. He was playing along with recorded classical music. About 1 minute after I walked down here, h
e started playing along with Bach's Well Tempered Clavier, Book One, Prelude. It was devastating to me. (That song is ours, Michael.) I couldn't help but cry. Why do things like that keep happening to me here?
e started playing along with Bach's Well Tempered Clavier, Book One, Prelude. It was devastating to me. (That song is ours, Michael.) I couldn't help but cry. Why do things like that keep happening to me here?
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