Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. " "That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering. ‘One would take it that the house had been ransacked.
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