Where There is Smoke, There is Fire


—by Liana Alpino

I got the call while I was teaching a student at her home. A friend and fellow harpist called to ask if I was okay. Hearing I was confused, she explained she had just seen on the news that my apartment complex was in the midst of a huge fire. I raced home—30 minutes of wondering if my harp was okay. I honestly didn’t care about anything else in the moment.

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