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Quite often--I hear voices.

I don't always talk about them or tell anyone for fear they will think I'm a little off center. I think these voices are echoes from my past. They are tied to my journey--both the one I've taken and the ones I've yet to take.

But these voices say things like: Just do it...Follow your heart...Your story isn't over it...or even--Tell the story....

One particular night in April. A series of photos on Faceboook had me on point. My gut instinct said for me to try to bring this piano home.

As a child, it was a place I went to escape...to sing...to play and wonder about my love for music. It was a big piece of furniture that took up a good chunk of our living room.

I didn't realize how 60 years later, it would still be tugging at my heart.