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. For some days we shall be very idle there among the trees and rocks. . I wonder if I should have locked you up if I’d been your father.
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