If music can shine, Sophie thought, this music shone… ‘It’s like eight thousand birds, Charles!’When the music closed, she clapped until the rest of the audience had stopped and until her hands were hot and blotched with red… There was something in the music that felt familiar to Sophie. ‘It feels,’ she said to Charles, ‘like home.

If music can shine, Sophie thought, this music shone… ‘It’s like eight thousand birds, Charles!’When the music closed, she clapped until the rest of the audience had stopped and until her hands were hot and blotched with red… There was something in the music that felt familiar to Sophie. ‘It feels,’ she said to Charles, ‘like home.

– Katherine Rundell –

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