Sunday, February 12, 2012

I walked down the hall to the sound of a piano, hearing a beautiful, unfamiliar tune. I turned the corner to see an old man in a cowboy hat, absentmindedly, flawlessly playing this cheerful melody with twisted, arthritis riddled fingers. He finished the tune, completely unaware of my presence at the end of his piano, and slowly, achingly forced his way to his feet and walked away.

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