“It was a mournful piece, but it made her into something clean and new… her hands had not forgotten, that somewhere in her mind, after a year of darkness and slavery, music was still alive and breathing. That somewhere, between the notes, was Sam. She forgot about time as she drifted between pieces, voicing the unspeakable, opening old wounds, playing and playing as the sound forgave and saved her.” 🥺
    
    
      — Jul 09, 2025 10:04PM
    
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