Dinah Johnston
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A flower child of the 90's - I love a good mix of sunshine, outdoor adventures and a nudey ocean dip! You can find me writing and wandering the west coast on Vancouver Island.
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Behind the Last Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Occasionally, she’d wonder what was out there but mostly she was content. Her name was Emma. She isn’t really sure how she knows her own name. The room was full of books which she occasionally read. But music was how she felt most alive. It gave her solace, joy and a companion throughout her life. Since she was a child, she has had a natural affinity to music. To compose, to play, to harmonize, to turn emotions into sound. This was how she processed her very small world and all the accompanying emotions in her every day. If she was sad, she played songs of melancholy and longings of the heart. If she was happy, she’d play songs of rapture and enthusiasm. She could play every instrument but piano was her favourite. Getting lost playing the piano was home to her.
By Dinah Johnston3 years ago in Fiction
