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Hidden Talent


A plant resides on the top left, a fruit bowl top right, a crochet doiley over the fall and a music rack sits blank. The silent ornament yearned the gentle caress of once inspired fingers. Pedals peak out to no avail. Musical notes float around the room like ghosts.


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Book: Reflection on the Important Things