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"What divine music she lured out of the old violin--merry and sad, gay and sorrowful by turns, music such as the stars of morning might have made singing together, music that the fairies might have danced to in their revels among the green hills or on yellow sands, music that might have mourned over the grave of a dead hope. Then she drifted into a still sweeter strain. As he listened to it he rea...

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  • Mornings. Full of stillness, peace and music.
  • Music. Playing, teaching, wrestling with it all again.
  • Mike. Complementary, care, warmth, love.
  • Friends. Tonya, Nikki, Andrew and Terri. My island family.
  • Track. On repeat.
  • Security. Being able to take care of myself.
  • Fall. Something about seasons changing and the world preparing to sleep, to die that fills me with peace. It reassures me.
  • Sunlight. Peaking through the clouds, counteracting the gusts of wind.
  • My Mom. Hearing her voice each morning.
  • Writing. Its satisfying seeing work close to the point of completion.
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