Healing Music
“Music heals.”
It was among the things her psychotherapist proposed to help her find herself again. She had been down a very silent, dark and unnerving path for too long, she was now struggling to find the light. And she could use all the help she could get.
He had drifted away because it was too much to handle. But he could now see that she was trying her best.
He left her a note on the front door that prompted her to the backyard.
The violin was there: sitting majestically on the garden chair. Uniquely crafted. Just like her.
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