“There was light, Toby.” The wonder has slipped from her eyes into her voice. “What could you see?” I ask hopefully. She pauses like there’s so much she wants to say and doesn’t have the words. “There were faint flickers of light…” She pauses again and her eyes drift up like talking about the memory will recall it visually to life. “And they…they…” An errant tear escapes the corner of her eye and trails over her cheekbone to her earlobe where it pools before her chin drops and she finishes her thought. “They pulsed in time with the music. I felt like I was inside of the rib cage of the song,
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