Some years ago I had a dream about my dad, and his playing. It struck me deeply.
A few days later I went to midtown to music row.
I told the owner of an instrument shop about my dream.
How I wanted an instrument like my father's so I could finally learn.
He was moved, and searched in his store-room for the exact model.
He found it, and it was. He tuned it for me. It played beautifully.
Today I still have it.
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