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My sister couldn't move her legs.
She slept in a bed and told me about piano, with her fingers moving in the air.
I rent a wheelchair and took her to a music room. She pressed her fingers on the keys, they danced gracefully along the sweet sound.
When she couldn't move her fingers anymore, she told me she wouldn't forget.
How long could you hang on to those words?
Ten Autumns passed.
I walked passed the music room, D flat minor whispered in my ears, "I escaped with the sound."




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