Title: Valgfritt

Text: I once thought it was easy. To string together the notes and make them mean something, that is the postulate of music. Right? Yet, all I found myself making was a chord that lead to the non-existent heart of what I wrote. An artist, I surely am not. An inventor, perhaps, but even inventors have more integrity and imagination than I. What a fool I am, to think admiration would have a penchant towards my "prodigious" genius. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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