I've a long time trying to lovea brother whose only way of touching me is pain.A long time escaping into music.Practice, lessons, rehearsals that protect mefrom the hurting parts of life.I've been winning awards, applause,acclaim for my trumpets since I was in grade school.But love?The word catches in my throat. Do I love anything?Have i forgotten how?
-Stasia Ward Kehoe
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