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  <title>Comments on 'The Woman Who Hums'</title>
  <subtitle>The smooth keys gently rest below my fingertips, begging me to let them sing. Oh the sorrows this piano has witnessed. The secrets she's heard whispered. The sadness I try to forget in this song.

I can hear the evening breeze rustle the sheets I've never read. Yet every week the man brings new ones to place on the stand. I guess he feels no musician should be without an ample stock of sheet music.

I'm not a musician. I have never read the lines of Bach or Beethoven. As absent as the latter's ears heard, my eyes have never seen.

I can smell the bitter scent of a cigarette. It floats in the air before my face. Smoke that burns. Smoke that blinds.

I can hear soft hums from a woman's voice. I used to dream they were from the delicate mouth of a beautiful maiden in love. But long since I resigned them to be a waning fantasy of my disillusioned mind.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-04-19T01:21:57Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Woman Who Hums</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Very nice haunting, tired mood to this ficlet.  It really makes me want to read what made him blind (if he is) and more about him.  Superb.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-19T01:21:57Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Stovohobo</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Woman Who Hums</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;And is he blind even, or just so sad he has stopped looking?  C&amp;#8217;est tragique, non?  I was going to sequel, and he was going to be creepy, sort of along the lines of &amp;#8216;Who Can It Be Now&amp;#8217; by Men At Work.  This is probably way better.  Yeah, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-08T02:12:18Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Woman Who Hums</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;oooh who is the man that brings the music? why is the french man so sad? eek, i&amp;#8217;m excited. beautiful. of course i&amp;#8217;m going to go and dork it all up with weird pop culture references, but you will forgive me wont you?&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-08T00:57:28Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Nouvelle Bardot</name>
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