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She moves with the melody; long dexterous fingers weaving sound from the air. Swaying like meadowgrass, she loses herself within the tune as if it is absolute. As if it is the long awaited answer to a question never asked. 
To watch her play is much like watching a caged bird fly free.. Her aura is ablaze, yet she is completely at peace. She is in her element – transcending physicality, she becomes a part of the music.

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