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Moderato Cantabile
The theater was warm as I stood waiting, clutching my oversized sketchbook tightly in my arms. The soft rays of after-rain April were difficult to swallow so I looked instead to the colorful drinks on the side. You saw my silhouette from the corner of your eye - doubledback - and laughed because I was standing so patiently, waiting for you.
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