And they started to play music again. As they thought that maybe they would all be able to hear each other, through their music. They had lost each other you see, the three of them. The mother, the father and the child, I mean. They never knew each other, they never knew they had a child, he never knew his parents. Eleven years and sixteen days, he had been counting. Counting the music that flows around us and with us. The music that is us.
ily bub.
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