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Scales

Upstairs, the hammers of a piano stomp through scales. Unwilling fingers prod at a well-known student piece. A small tartan dog appears wearing a coat of music, a Scots theme. Later I sit on the stoop with a young girl. We watch her Baby Grand run up and down the street while she swings her cotton socks. I ask her if she likes Clementi? A look in her eyes warns me never to inquire again. Little girl studies her ankles. We listen to the Scottie huffing melodically, as it takes a dead composer for another circular walk.

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