[ Though he doesn't remember ever not trying. He knew the lay of the keys, from the time he was old enough to see over the towering tops of the ivories. Even the progression of notes was familiar, the way elegant pianist fingers could draw well-worn paths across them, over and over. Repetitive, comforting, timeless as he knows it insofar.
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[ Though he doesn't remember ever not trying. He knew the lay of the keys, from the time he was old enough to see over the towering tops of the ivories. Even the progression of notes was familiar, the way elegant pianist fingers could draw well-worn paths across them, over and over. Repetitive, comforting, timeless as he knows it insofar.
A story with letters but no words. ]
Maybe you just have to show it once.