“He slid his fingers along her hand and down the length of her fingers. He began playing them as if they were keys. And when he did, music began somewhere deep inside of her. She looked at him, as it rose and sang away her worry. He played, and she responded, forgetting her shame and that she wanted to pull away.”
– The masterful hands of a man to a woman. From “Sonata Contineo,” a story of music, of friendship, and of love.
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