Not so very long ago, I told my dad I wanted an ebony piccolo. I have a standard marching piccolo, which I love playing, And yes, I know it's weird to love playing piccolo, Alone. But that's not the point. The point is...
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| This shows the uncoventional holes and keys, creating the need to learn new fingerings. Which I cannot find ANYWHERE. |
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| Isn't it pretty? Straight out of the new camera, no editing at all. |
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As I said, it does not have conventional modern keys. But it has an amazing, rich tone.... if only I knew how to play the notes.
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I am a Christian. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I have babies in heaven. I take pictures. Love to write. I strive to show compassion.
Derek is also a Christian. He is a husband - to me. An amazing husband. He loves intensely. Laughs freely. He is strong. I am amazed when I consider that he chose ME. I love him. He loves me.
This is my Gramma. Eileen. Of everyone I have ever known, she is the one I desire to be like. She was wildly compassionate. Generous. A woman of integrity. Goofy. Cute. My hero. She is in Heaven.
Bayleigh is intense. She is small. She is beautiful. Sweet. Wild. Mischevious without limits. And she chirps.
Furbis is the epitome of catness. He is handsome. Big. Sweet. Dangerously intelligent. Strong. He breaks things. And talks.
Calliah is special. Furbis chose her. She is sweet. Not very smart. Funny. Pretty. Puts her toys in water. And the more she loves you, the harder she bites.
Izzy is super sweet. She's pretty. Passionate about playing. She licks things. She doesn't talk much. Snuggles a lot. And sleeps on my head.
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