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He only lost her when the music stopped inner light faded from her face her narrow arms, restless eels winding through her shirt snapping at the rising buzz of voices, increasingly unbearable. The teacher swooped in, miming arms held close, contained; too late for the pianist, armed with her name and a captive audience, he accented her frailty with two sharp syllables and she was gone from there to some mysterious world away from the crowd frozen in the silent beat after the reprimand. It was only a moment before the music resumed opening notes vibrated up through her toes, lovely arms unraveled and rose overhead her radiant smile unfurled like forgiveness.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
The Reprimand
I hate when music conjures up unwanted emotions.
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
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