Soaring silently into skyways of yesterday, missing the beauty
and wonder of what used to be, creating a destiny that will
continue forever.
Strumming easily across the guitar as a saxophone softly flows
into the atmosphere, luring our minds onto desert plains, filled
with cacti, javelinas, coyotes and distant thoughts.
Going through memories of the past, taking life on journeys and
adventures through music, unknowingly following them through
passages in time, beginning and ending in prayerful blessings.
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