I met B. my first day at VCB (Visions Camp for the Blind), the same day she discovered the piano. Her mother told me she had been blind since birth and though she would often sing, she never spoke. I shadowed B’s every move, until she sat down, not knowing what was in front of her. She lightly caressed the piano’s keys. With each stroke, she twisted and turned her head then body, almost in contortions.
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