“Music is Love”: An Étoile Original by Annie Honebrink
I can still feel the way the notes used to move me. It didn’t matter where I was — surrounded by people in a crowded mall or alone in my … Continued
I can still feel the way the notes used to move me. It didn’t matter where I was — surrounded by people in a crowded mall or alone in my … Continued
I remember the way it felt the first time. I remember the way each breath was shimmery and each heart beat held its breath waiting for the next pulse. I … Continued