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Jan 26, 2010
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Bow
the moment when Jacqueline Du Prédropped the bow for the first time the moisture on her chair the understanding precedes the intellect thatthere is only one wayto fall- the one away from the Art was it sowhat I just felt ? when your words slipped from my fingersthe first trembling thoughtvibratingin my hands how I reachedin a groping graspto catch the last tone slipped over the stringand the understanding that followed that deathcarries the greatest weight in lifebut not even death weighs that heavily
— odd molly, Jan 26, 2010
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Kailashana
16 years 4 months ago
This is so exquisite I
odd molly
16 years 4 months ago
Thank You so much Anna. Yes,
Kailashana
16 years 4 months ago
Today I found out that my
Nordic cloud
16 years 4 months ago
You put it so beautfully.
Worldwide Freeride
16 years 4 months ago
Heya Molly!
odd molly
16 years 3 months ago
Thank You so much all of you