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Wednesday, November 13, 2013

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The Finish Line: I think I was a senior in high school; I had taken piano lessons since 2nd grade and had worked on memorizing "The Holy City" for 2 years. I played the piece for family members before the recital, perfectly, no mistakes. I burst into tears and ran to the bedroom. No one understood why. It was a great accomplishment for me!

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