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As she studies the pages, the notes sound through her head, a sad lament, lonely and full of melancholy, unresolved and unfinished in hues of pale blue and gray.
She doesn’t think she’s ever been so acutely aware of someone else before.
Chopin’s “Raindrop” Prelude.
“Have you traveled at all?” “No. Only in books.”
