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On the train she leans her head into the sound drumming into her ears. Decibels are her love language. Crank it up straight feed to the brain. Train or plane, she can't tell because she is flying along these tracks on her own vibration. Mood. Risk. Salvation. She is free as the bird when it sings. She is free as her friend Tiff's lips. She is free like snow falling up.
Be-bop her head side to side, up and down and roll right into that refrain. She knows every link in the rhythm she is the rhythm she is pulling into her station dancing out the door onto the platform which is also just air because a good song is up and she is not coming down.
I long to know: what music inspires you?
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