wilmarie

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That night I went to listen to the National Orchestra, they were playing their last show of the tour. I sat on the theater seats alone, wishing you were here so we could share this music together. Remember how you were the one who showed me the melodious sounds a violin could make? Do you recall how I fell in love with the cello and the harp? I vividly remember...you used to play for me, but now all that is left is the discordant sound of your absence.

abstract

Abstract it that which is not concrete, what we cannot define, what has no simple explanation, that which can be viewed differently by everybody. Love is abstract because everyone feels it differently. A tree is not abstract because its an object that will always be the same to everybody.

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wilmarie wrote about abstract
“that which is not defined by anything concrete. Love is abstract, because its different for everybody. A tree is not abstract because its the same for everybody, a tree is a tree.”

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