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Lucid

They keep pulling her away from her piano.

She isn’t yet lucid, but trying to fight her way out of the nightmare.

The strangers.

Why don’t they want her to play?

She tries to reach her mother, her father.

They keep drifting away.

Thanks to Rochelle!

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Freelance writer, blogger, aspiring novelist. Former career as a college prof in finance. Encore career as freelance writer for a number of financial websites.

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