I willed myself to freeze, releasing my bow from the string so that it hovered in midair, as the final D minor arpeggio rang, and finally died. I’d done that on purpose; frozen, because I wanted to remember that moment for the rest of my life. Call me whatever you’d like– smug, overdramatic, vain– […]
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