Talons gripped his ribs, and he felt a joy bordering on panic. He needed to know how this woman would unfold. He needed to

Talons gripped his ribs, and he felt a joy bordering on panic. He needed to know how this woman would unfold. He needed to write music that would settle into her range like frost on fields. They’d spend their years together, grow old, get sick, die in shared bewilderment.

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