Post the Twelfth: The Melodious Music

[mysilenceknot]

[If you are walking by the park you might find a secluded area where a man is sitting in the shade and playing the accoridan. This man would be Lemony. The music sounds something like this but he isn't singing. Just sitting there and playing away]

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[passes_out]

[With his hands behind his back, dressed in his customary black but in the cut of what the casual wear for those in the 1950's would wear in the late spring, early summer, he stops to regard the music. His hands were hurting from his regain of his scars on his hands that finally stopped bleeding. He listened to the music and closed his eyes. The tune sounded depressing but very appropriate from the morale of the inhabitants of Mayfield.]

[passes_out]

[He showed his hands. The bleeding finally stopped.]

Yes and the memories that go along with it.

[mysilenceknot]

I see.

[Looking at hands]

Those look like they would be painful memories indeed.