Blood Moon Waltz

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                     She walked into the room. Immediately she went to the piano. She ran her hands up and down the keys, feeling the sound. She sat down, placing her hands at middle c. Her nimble fingers pressed the keys. Abruptly she started to play a song. It was simple at first: slow, powerful, and dangerous. The transition was quiet and calm; then the song took full speed. She swayed to the music. She put all her expression, all her emotions, her whole life into the song. As she played the final note, she fell backwards fluttering the sheets into the air.

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