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As my days keep rolling on a film.
I keep running up a hill.
When a static note hits the terrain.
A crisp melody comes in play. The piece
sets the very moment in stone. Every note
I play changes the rhythm of reality. As I
close my eyes this nectar song becomes
a pebble skipping down a stream. How I
reappear in the shuffling streets. Where the
moon-lit-up sky drains out sunlight into a
navy breeze.

Pei-Ying Olsen, 9
Chattanooga, TN