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A Silent Violin

A SILENT VIOLIN I stand, a silent violin  amidst the symphony of life's choices. The wind, a maestro's baton,  dances with a trillion leaves, conducting a choir of rustling,  a crescendo of ease. The choices I must make hang in the air,  plump grapes, heavy  with the juice of consequence  and desire. The sky seems thick  with doubt and music,  a silent symphony, a cacophony of colors,  a tapestry of scents. Either a river of whispers painted in hues of regret, singing in a minor key of might-have-beens– or a shiver of unspoken lament, the coolness of the blues as well as the mournful buzz of berries eaten too late. But the taste of courage  is a sharp, tart apple, biting through  the cobwebs of fear  that cling to my throat. I feel the vibrations of decision  in my chest, a bass drum  echoing through the cavern  behind my ribs. The flavor of it, metallic and electric, surges through me like a bolt of lightning. A...

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