.......Bella strode from the hall and stood where her mother
had stood. She gazed for a moment above the heads of her
audience, brought the fiddle up, rested it beneath her chin,
poised the bow. Her body was rigid, every energy concentrated.
She drew the bow across the strings in a single long, piercing note.
Lifted the bow, laid it again to the strings,
sounded a note that shimmered in the air, fragile as a moth.
.....He took Cynthia's hand
The music came at them abruptly and with such raw force
that he was rocked back in his chair. Raging, wounded,
feverish music, with the volume of a dozen fiddles at work
in the room......
(Jan Karon's In The Company Of Others)
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Blessings....Dee Dee
