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Reading them is like learning a different language. Its a language of emotions and sounds. Its an inspiration a new hope. The pages turn with the wind and the light, long fingers that turn them with care, piano books. Read them.

Write me not letters full of words but let the ink of your pen carve out music onto a page.

(Open RP, you choose who you want to be. You gotta help move the story along though if you comment! Credit to Brynn Shults) The thing Claire looked forward to most about taking care of Mrs. Bennett was the time she got to spend playing the old woman's piano. Every Friday after she had given the gray haired lady her meal and made sure she was comfortable, Claire got to steal a few precious minutes with the run down, grainy upright in the front room. It wasn't a fancy piano--some of the keys…

Life is like a piano. The white keys are happy moments, black keys are sad moments. But remember both keys are played together to give sweet music to life.

"I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day." Carlos Ruiz Zafon 'The Shadow of the Wind'.

White Lace and Vintage Book. I have an Old Poetry Book that looks exactly like this :)