Mar 15, 2020
Cameron softly strummed the strings of his guitar, and tilted his head to listen. “No,” he mused, “not quite right.” He tried it again, with a different combination. “That’s better.” He picked up his pen and scribbled some notes on his note pad. As he did so, he heard footsteps approaching. He didn’t need to look up to know who they belonged to. “I was wondering when you were going to pop in.” (@marinalancaster1x1)