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Thanks again for all your help! I managed to win second place :3

Around the time my little sister began to consider learning an instrument, she asked me a question. It was after my daily practice session; after I labored away at the piano, perfecting each note until I was satisfied. "Why do you like playing the piano so much?" she probed. Stalling for time, I gave a tentative reply: "I don't know how to explain it." Sarah, being the inquisitive character that she was, insisted, "Take time to think about it, I really wanna know." I nodded. She had always been impossibly patient for a fourth grader. I liked to compare her to a lion waiting calmly to pounce on its prey. So why do I enjoy playing the piano thi

There wasn't a day that went by when she didn't think of him. His face and the sound of his soft voice flooded her mind; kept her company by day, soothed her to sleep by night. Yet she knew that no matter how much her heart yearned for him, she could never have him, never enfold him in a warm embrace and call him "Beloved". For if she did, all she would be faced with would be disappointment. He loved many and many loved him. In his chest, though there was a beating heart, there was no room for her. Preoccupied by the many, he never looked her way, instead, dangled whispered ne'er-kept promises of that fleeting emotion in front of her. Alone s