The quiet melody she is playing stops short and catches my attention. I swivel in my chair to look over my shoulder at her. Her pink tongue is poking out of the side of her mouth in concentration. I glance down to her lap and watch as she stretches her fingers and then places them back on the strings of her favorite guitar. She pulls and
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I think she shall be my new muse because she's so completely easy to write. ♥
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