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In the delicate dance of fingers reaching for light, every creaking floorboard unfolds a silent ode; there are harmonies that echo in transition--a band of moods set against a canvas waiting for the brushstrokes of the present. - Ada Thompson In the delicate dance of fingers reaching for light, every creaking floorboard unfolds a silent ode; there are harmonies that echo in transition--a band of moods set against a canvas waiting for the brushstrokes of the present. - Ada Thompson In the delicate dance of fingers reaching for light, every creaking floorboard unfolds a silent ode; there are harmonies that echo in transition--a band of moods set against a canvas waiting for the brushstrokes of the present. - Ada Thompson