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She didn't see herself the way he saw her. Her gentle, warm beauty, so full of youth. Charmingly un-effusive and humble, though very much a lady, she still held a girlish charm that tugged at his heart strings. He looked down at her from the balcony as she played. He delicate little fingers giving life to the piano, sending soft, euphonious notes throughout the sunlit room, like a kaleidoscope of butterflies that kissed his earlobes as they passed. He knew she was oblivious to what she was making him feel. She was unconscious to the ways in which she filled every chamber of his heart, every alcove of his mind, every apartment of his soul, with the tones of her piano.
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Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 7:16 AM UTC
Piano Girl
She didn't see herself the way he saw her. Her gentle, warm beauty, so full of youth. Charmingly un-effusive and humble, though very much a lady, she still held a girlish charm that tugged at his heart strings. He looked down at her from the balcony as she played. He delicate little fingers giving life to the piano, sending soft, euphonious notes throughout the sunlit room, like a kaleidoscope of butterflies that kissed his earlobes as they passed. He knew she was oblivious to what she was making him feel. She was unconscious to the ways in which she filled every chamber of his heart, every alcove of his mind, every apartment of his soul, with the tones of her piano.
d-william-l
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Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 7:16 AM UTC
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