Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Maya Angelou
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In this quote, Maya Angelou is saying that music was her way of escaping from the harsh reality of growing up in a rough neighborhood. She needed a place to go where she could crawl into and curl her back to loneliness. She would escape into the space between the notes and curl her back.

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