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Wandering Melody

"Oh, what a wonderful melody!"

It was such a joyful exclamation, said with her whole body. She was pacing around and wondering where it came from, while the tune spiralled round her. 

"It sounds like something I'd write... but better."

Allowing herself the creator, she let it play out, filling in harmony. Trying a response to the muse's call, she explored a new melody to answer the first. Not quite right, she realised. 

"Take a step back, try again."

But she couldn't turn around. The response had subsumed its question.

Leaving her doused in ice, the melody was gone.

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