her music

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the first notes rang to the beat of her footsteps, the first verse becoming her breath. the chorus melted into her speech, the infectious tune repeating itself day after day. the bridge infused itself into her actions, the unique melody setting her apart.

humming the last note contained lingering traces of nostalgia, reminding her of the sweet, sugary opening note, like an addictive candy. the two seconds of silence at the end of the hymn gave her a few moments to reminisce the blinding brilliance that was the wonder of music.

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