Except for the humming of the air-conditioner, it is a quiet evening. Kissed the girls goodnight. Ice-cold San Miguel Pale Pilsen in hand. Trashed all the worries in my head. Kind Of Blue is spinning on the turn table and my ears are downloading every note...
…hoping this moment to freeze.
…hoping this moment to freeze.
…nah!
…but I hope I can do this again tomorrow.
…but I hope I can do this again tomorrow.
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