Perhaps the speaker knew they also had on a mask. Perhaps on the inside.
Much to think about from these few words.
I always find that less is more.
j.

Yes sure I had a mask too, unfortunately. It is universal. Thank you.

Barefaced boy in the swamp here

I am glad t know you dear.

Hugs. 🙂

It already has worked….you’re still here.
Where is my copy?

💋

Still working on it.

Congratulations & good luck! 🙌

Good luck with your endeavor, Paula.
j.

I really like the cover….great black and white shot…looks like film noir!

A touching tribute to music and musician. This may be the best compliment that a guitar player could ever expect. A feeling of peace and satisfaction is elicited in me.

When I’m practicing guitar a little later, I’ll play you a few bars. 😉

Excellent poem, Fia.

Now that was a song all on its own!

Oh, my–are you talking to me? I’m being silly, of course. I’ve been playing guitar for a long time, so these words have special meaning. I love the image of this damsel being moved by the sound of the strings. Who knows what will happen at intermission?

Thank you so much ;))

Very nicely poemed Ma’am .. Neville

Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! I always loved this one, cuz. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian