Same day, different phase.
"We Are His hands," by Lindsay Brooks.
He has such a voice.
Too bad my directing skills can't match.
Lindsay taught me about four keys by this point. I'm still trying to get through the finger-roughening part of guitar playing, but the struggle continues.
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Why am I not a contributor to our own blog?
Clearly so I can slanderize you on your own grounds, with doctored photos of you stealing oreos from small children.
Your doctored photos need a nurse to change their bed pans. :)
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