This Spring I had my violin students give me favorite songs and I wrote violin or viola parts for them so they could play along with their CDs during the summer. Guess I still had some of those kicking around on my iPod because Natasha Beddingfield just appeared amid hours of tango music. Before I knew it, I was up bopping around to "These Words are My Own" (much to snoozing Bonita's dismay), belatedly thinking that maybe I should make some curtains for my kitchen for moments like these? Good stuff.
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