The phrase was just shared by a friend as she read her memories of going to baseball games with her dad. We were asked to reflect and write a memory.
I went back to two nights ago as I sat with my eyes closed listening to Brad Mehldau and Joshua Redman. It didn't matter where I was in the concert hall. What mattered was that I could stretch out my right arm and hold Mosaic Woman's hand.
Sweet!
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