she could have been a star, my mother. she had the voice of a lark. when her fingers danced across the piano keys, there was magic. when she strummed the guitar, with each string her fingertips tapped, she gave out a piece of her soul. when she spoke, the first fragment of sound commanded the attention of an entire room. she danced around like
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