RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Strumming rhythms in synch, giving attention to every beat in a measure.
Gyrating soulfully around every note, taking everyone there on a listening trip through a timeless space in outer atmosphere's of imagination and intellect.
Soothing frayed nerves, calming stress with a musical comb, keeping everything together in a solitary place within.
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