“What can one say?” she exclaimed. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. I don’t think we’re altogether to blame if we don’t take some of your lot seriously. “Okay. “Come this way,” he said. She was nestled under his bedspread.
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