And he starts singing. It is a song about a bright place far away, and as he sings it the room brightens; it is a song about children, and as he sings she can see them in the center of the room, clinging to each other, bright-eyed, disheveled, giggling; a rainstorm comes and wild howls up around her, real wind, nearly blowing her away, and the children laugh and dance in the rain,which splashes everywhere - she can feel it on her face - though when he stops singing the hall is dry.
"That is a demonstration. Most of my music is for war."
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2016-05-23 08:55 pm (UTC)"That is a demonstration. Most of my music is for war."