Much of what we do is swept up like a gossamer in the wind, never to be heard from again. Whether our creations are grand or bland is irrelevant, for they remain tucked within obscurity like a pianist playing on mute keys, his mellifluous melody never gracing the ears of an audience. We like to believe that the cream will always rise to the top, but wit…
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