Synethesia

We sit in the coffee house talking of perception. My friend, whom I had worked with in a bookstore, is a great lover of classical music. I remain a mere dabbler. I prefer Vivaldi to Wagner; Tina Goa to Beethoven. Her interests are much broader. Then she tells of times when she would walk around and see music. Not in a poetic sense, but a real sense. Synesthesia. 

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