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After she was buried, her music still filled the house. It haunted his dreams. He’d close his eyes, and there she would be: a silhouette against the light, her hair trapped in the wind, fluttering to the left, always the left, its tips reaching for the broken sounds of his beating heart. #laurendestefano  (Taken with Instagram)

After she was buried, her music still filled the house. It haunted his dreams. He’d close his eyes, and there she would be: a silhouette against the light, her hair trapped in the wind, fluttering to the left, always the left, its tips reaching for the broken sounds of his beating heart. #laurendestefano (Taken with Instagram)

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