Her fingers railed against the pressure she tried to apply, repelling the keys instead of seducing them. She grimaced in pain as she forced herself to play through the arthritis. Mozart's music didn't sound quite so lovely, but her desire was stronger than her agony. Piano was in her soul, and she wouldn't give it up simply because her fingers were brittle and wrinkled. "Mind over matter," she repeated to herself firmly. "Mind over matter."
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