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Submitted to Contest #5
Amaya strums on her guitar, the thin wires rubbing her calloused fingers. She closes her eyes and repositions herself on her bedroom floor. She knows the tune so well that she could play it from memory. It is a soft song with only a few lyrics, which she admittedly forgot a long time ago. Now, she only remembers the sorrowful sound of each chord.When Amaya was a little girl, her grandmother would always tell her to come over on Saturdays for tea. As they ate small pastries and drank bitter tea, Nana would tell Amaya all about her many great ...
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