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A hand glides softly against the melodic keys. A note rings throughout the room, bouncing off the walls roughly and without falter. Energy flows through the hands and the rhythm picks up. Crescendo.
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
Crescendo
A hand glides softly against the melodic keys. A note rings throughout the room, bouncing off the walls roughly and without falter. Energy flows through the hands and the rhythm picks up. Crescendo.
TheSecretPoet
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
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