Allegra
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Last published Sat, Jan 7, 2017
She was art. Not an abstract painting or a heavily worded book. She was wonders hidden in a masterpiece. Wonders others weren't bothered to look for, to appreciate.
A beautiful arpeggio mastered by your left hand, the harmony produced by two notes, the smooth transition from minor to major.
Subtle yet sacred.
Allegra Hart was under appreciated and over-looked.
They were the wonders hidden inside of her that drove me insane.
Drove me towards her.
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