My neighbor has not played clarinet for weeks—there were no sounds, there was no music. A drought of music. A curse of lingering, stagnation, with no sign—no promise—just the emptiness like a blank, opaque circle—and I was at the center of it--
Until today. I can breathe again—finally free from the weighted responsibility of suspense. Momentarily. 
The swan has returned. 

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