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And now, again...

Turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Horsehair, mahogany, talent and grace.

Long, tapering fingers strike ivory.

With a light touch pluck quivering strings.

Imperious arms stretch and swing taut, leading.

Burnished discs strike, clash and shiver.

Fingers dance, their masters bow, pose and play.

Symphony.

Posted by rhea at 3:27 AM

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