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I opened the door of our small tin shed in the backyard. He had moved one of my storage tubs into the shed and it was angled, oddly, on top of other things. Inside I saw the outline of written music.

Many memories flooded back. Music played, sessions with others, learning, teachers, scales, emotions, sharing music with others. I wondered why I kept the cello music. I no longer had that instrument now.

I could not throw it out.
I softly closed and locked the tin door.
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