"...He leaned over the rail, and wondered what it would be like to let go. the sound of the flute grew louder, surrounding him. Now it mocked him in his sadness, forcing him to think about the impact of his choices. moved him to anger, buffeting him with sounds from his childhood he had chosen to forget. Laughed at his self-absorption, and then, calming him, helped him to see through the long, slow notes, that grief was a part of living. He pushed away from the rail, away from the water, and made his way back to the city he called home..."
- Manisha Jolie Amin, Dancing to the Flute
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