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My dreams vibrate upon the strings of a dulcimer
Tiny mallets tapping their rich, percussive melody Flickering through the ether and enriching my soul. Repetitive strains of joy bring echoes of vivid images with each note and chord Strands of fantasy quiver as hammers strike them and create ripples in the musical pool. Reverberating, humming, singing...
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