“It’s no wonder I love coming here,” I said as Tony sang my name from the piano. Jazz rippled from his fingers and floated around the club, settling on his faithful fans like a blanket of Fourth of July sparklers.
January 18, 2007
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Oooo, I love this imagery. Gorgeous. Thank you.
Comment by indigo bunting — January 18, 2007 @ 10:32 am |
Yes, that sounds so fabulous, I want to be there too ..
Comment by Mali — January 18, 2007 @ 10:51 pm |