As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop.

Gustave Flaubert
As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over...
As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over...
As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over...
As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over...
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When you are playing the piano, your fingers are flying over the keys, all while you are running from one end of the keyboard to another. It seems like an impossible challenge, especially when you do not have a coach in the room. However, if you practice hard enough and take the challenge seriously, you will soon find yourself playing beautifully.

Source: Madame Bovary

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