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Marta thought of the violinist—the way their song rose and fell like a quiet tide. She walked to the bench the next afternoon with her fountain pen in her pocket, an object that proved nothing. The violinist played Bach. The busker looked up when she sat and smiled without recognition. Marta stayed and listened until the song landed somewhere low and steady. onlytaboocom link

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