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Chapter 23

The months passed quickly with work,

Violet thriving at the music conservatory,

her talents recognized by top professors.

She won the annual composition prize,

her piece titled The Coastal Awakening,

performed by the university's grand orchestra.

Quincy and Eleanor drove to city,

to watch her grand performance live,

sitting in the grand concert hall.

When the music started playing out,

Eleanor felt a deep familiar thrill,

of pure pride and emotional joy.

The composition was magnificent and complex,

carrying the listener through dark storms,

into a bright beautiful coastal morning.

The audience erupted in massive applause,

standing up to cheer for Violet,

who bowed gracefully on the stage.

She looked beautiful and completely mature,

her three-fingered hand holding bow,

a symbol of absolute unique perfection.

Tommy stood in the wings cheering,

his face glowing with total adoration,

his love for her completely public.

After the concert they gathered together,

at a small Italian restaurant nearby,

celebrating her wonderful grand victory today.

Quincy presented her with a gift,

a book of his latest sketches,

inspired by her beautiful new music.

"You are inspiring me now, Vi,"

he said raising his water glass,

"your music guides my paint brushes."

They laughed and talked until midnight,

the family bond stronger than ever,

unaffected by the physical distance between.

The next morning they drove home,

returning to their quiet coastal sanctuary,

where the ocean welcomed them back.

Quincy opened the workshop doors wide,

ready to finish a new boat,

a beautiful twenty-four foot wooden yacht.

He was naming it The Eleanor,

in honor of his wonderful mother,

who had given them everything today.

He spent weeks carving the bow,

shaping the wood with absolute perfection,

making it strong and beautiful elegant.

Eleanor watched him work with pride,

seeing the little boy who hid,

now a master of his craft.

The boat was a symbol strength,

ready to face any ocean storm,

just like the woman it named.

The future was perfectly secure now,

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their lives an open beautiful book,

written with love and bright light.

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