a_piano_in_the_woods blueberries she took my hand and we stepped barefoot on the path of green moss and wet black stone. cool, tingling water trickling in a nearby stream. the music of merriment and revelry, like the piano we wheeled into the woods so we could sing with the trees. the horses were breathing steam, lined up along the bella strada with riders, the mirrors of happiness. 011206 what's it to you? who go blather from