While My Didgeridoo Gently Weeps

Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.

Many years ago at an office Christmas party I was given a didgeridoo for a secret Santa gift. I find the gift unique and I do cherish it.  I tried playing it, but I’m not very good at it.

It has become a good luck, charm for our moves throughout the years. It is the first thing that gets moved into a new house.

Last week we were staging our house for sale , and the professional photographers came in and started moving the didgeridoo out of eyesight.

It is the only thing I directed as I trust them as professionals. I kindly asked him to leave it where it sits. It’s kind of a good luck charm for our moves.

The house sold rather quickly.

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I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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