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Synesthesia

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She always looks up when she plays, searching for something. Her eyes are wide open, she says she sees music in colors. She says she hears god when her fingers roam across keys of ivory, but they speak in tongues of gold. Here everyone she loves shimmers, and he beckons her home.
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Some of the best musicians I know are about a step away from enlightenment or the deep end.

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