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For Natasha at Eighty By Judith Sarah Schmidt her room round white walls silent like sky a large piano she does not know how to play on the other side of the wall in another room once she heard a violin play a Russian melody calling her to hear it again she would have to leave this world out the window the sea shines silver a clear mirror on the piano a terra cotta vase filled with sun flowers bursting wild |
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