This morning, the piano was delivered that used to belong to a close friend. Of course I'm happy to see it. I gave it a bit of tlc when it arrived, and positioned it near the corner of my front room. It does seem strange though. The last time I played it was to practice for a very sad occasion. Those memories are still very much with me. That's the thing with my type of autism. It's always the last experience, or conversation, that stays with you, until the next time. Memories and thoughts of a large part of my life have come flooding back all at once. My brain is in overdrive. I tried to play one of my friend's favourite pieces, but felt very apprehensive. I expect it may seem strange, but I almost felt like I was prying. I know that these thoughts will reconcile themselves at some point, but play I will. My friend would have loved that, and I know she would have wanted me to have her aunt's piano.
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