During the Pandemic, I have found my way home to jazz. Nourished by SF Jazz's Fridays @ 5. Sacred time. Full of color. Full of spirit. Much like walking is the way I find my way home. Same with cooking. Writing, a given.
the way the old man used to listen to jazz on his turntable set up... making art, far away from the home fires, as she watched for him out the kitchen window
the way the old man used to listen to jazz on his turntable set up... making art, far away from the home fires, as she watched for him out the kitchen window
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