There is someting about a piano.
There is someting about the smooth ivory under my fingers.
like water. trickling down down down until I am submerged in the melody and the chord and eery gasp of beauty that comes with it.
There is something about the ease of the keys.
How a simple push can make magic.
No resistance, no fight, effortless.
Easy.
so, so, easy
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