Brent Ricci
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In jazz improv some masters reach a point where they speak through their instrument without thinking. Today I broke a bracelet my daughter planned to trade with a stranger at a T Swift concert, beads flying everywhere. "Beelzebub's ball sack!" wasn't the phrase I planned. It was the phrase I knew.
08:07 PM - Jun 28, 2023
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