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Work in progress It was while Tisjaira was cutting the mushrooms that the song came on. The lyrics and the melody combined to form a blanket of sadness that covered her suddenly and completely. Tears streamed down her face. She sobbed so much she had to put down the knife. But a part of her stood aside and watched. Wondering 'why am I crying? I've heard this song a thousand times before. Why cry about it now?'. Still she couldn't stop. She cried until it ended. When the next song played she felt she could listen to it without breaking. Her watchful self relaxed a little. It was an all-round relief. But the mournful mood remained. There were more songs that made her cry. Het watchful self thought it was all very strange. She wondered what it could be? The day had not been bad to start with, she was sure of that. In fact, it had been sunny this morning. Work had gone well and even the trains ran on time. It was only when she had to change platforms at the ...