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Sydney's Symphony Early sun slices through the bay window panes, frames the crisp curls around her nine-year old face. Bare feet swing from the mahogany bench; her fingers strike with staccato anger on the black and white keys, then slide to low melancholy tones. Alone, her grieving child heart groans. Sydney's symphony mourns all the songs her mother will never sing her. |
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