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| "Quickly, Ciara opened her music book before she would play. She laid her fingers just above the keys when the wind came. It was as if she were in the fields of the manor on the windiest day. Her music flew everywhere as the wind encircled where she sat. It ran it's ethereal fingers through her hair and sung to her that she was protected...." | ||||||||||||||
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