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The Song That Broke Me Open
A letter from a quiet November night Dear friend, The other night, I sat down at the piano for the first time in far too long. Not to rehearse. Not to perform. Just to be inside the music again. I used to play almost every day when I was still teaching. Back then, music wrapped itself around my entire world—classrooms humming with harmony, laughter echoing through the halls, my hands always reaching for the keys, my voice blending with others. I lived in sound. It held me ste

Tracey Kida
Nov 303 min read
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