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The frustrated Maestro couldnt take it anymore. It had been months since he had composed a new symphony. He didnt know why he just couldnt focus on the notes. They would not come to him dancing around in his mind and arranging themselves in a way he hadnt done before. He couldnt take it anymore. In a moment of intense helplessness, he picked up his Violin and struck it against his mirror. 

The Violin and the mirror were both displaying cracks now, as if an externalisation of the cracks in his creativity.

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