Yesterday morning, it snowed. I was sitting at the grand piano, looking out the window as I played, staring at the snow and letting it stir my imagination. I was playing pieces from the Romantic Era. A steady march through the Russian snow came to mind. Thudding boots. A sharp wind.

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