by Winifred Winters » Sat Oct 18, 2014 6:37 pm
Early in the morning, Winn was in the music room. She was sitting in the window with her eyes closed. The sun was rising and the room was filled with a soft and gentle light, but Winn didn't seem to care much. She was singing.
The song had no words or lyrics. It was just an arrangement of sounds. And while Winn wasn't an amazing singer or musician, she was much better then people might think but she wasn't exactly classically trained, the song seemed to be carefully composed into mindbendingly complex movements.
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