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and I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys the same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his finger clicks the trigger. We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.
Andrea Gibson
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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
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