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I played every record over and over, until I memorized each song word for word.
There was more to listen to, I thought to myself-maybe the last song was in idle
and needed a little reverse? So I played it again, one last time-the last song
on the vinyl record titled "She Listens"-by Ceylon Bianca. I hummed the tune
tilting my head back into my folded hands, the room disapeared from the light-
and there she was, what was missing-standing in my mind, singing with prayer
hands reaching out-forward-I smiled. "Ever should you fall for me again, I will
listen, I promise, with all good intentions"-I knew it, I knew it! This was it!
I jumped from my easy chair, practically tripping over her collection on the
floor-and pressed stop. I gently lifted the record players arm up, and set it
in its holder. I felt a strange numbness, that feeling when a heavy weight is
settling on your shoulders-and soft, warm fingers gliding against your forearms
-from behind. The records were gone-and I was never alone again. I knew that
this was what she intended for me to feel, this is why we listen-when others

D.E.M.-04 Ceylon Bianca is a fictional name.


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