“My hands moved up and down the keyboard, summoning great waves of music, each one crested with sorrow, loneliness, and anger. Tides of emotion rose and fell, gradually finding their way down my arms and to the keys, becoming harmonies… — Sarah Beard Copy Share Image
“[Love] feels . . .” I paused, turning the highlighter in my hand, “like an awakening of senses you never knew you had, and… — Sarah Beard Copy Share Image
“My hands moved up and down the keyboard, summoning great waves of music, each one crested with sorrow, loneliness, and anger. Tides of emotion… — Sarah Beard Copy Share Image