The intense darkness added to the terror of the storm. 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. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. She shuddered with relief as it seemed that Mike and Shari were still out and about. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. I wanted to have something to give up.
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