The Piano.

They floated through his mind upward into the ether in a natural pattern like the curl of a chameleon’s tail, or the spiral of scales on a pinecone, or the ripple of sand in the wind. Nine words. Lyrics laid over a chorus of vibrating strings. “I should have asked for help moving the piano.”

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