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For Stephen, awakening
Kerguelen Island, December 1811
They played, not beautifully but deep, ignoring their often discordant strings and striking right into the heart of the music they knew best, the true notes acting as their milestones.
--Desolation Island
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Kerguelen Island, December 1811
They played, not beautifully but deep, ignoring their often discordant strings and striking right into the heart of the music they knew best, the true notes acting as their milestones.
--Desolation Island
ProgressAnd again my inmost life rushes louder ( Read more... )
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That last line made me think of Stephen trying to walk across a lake on little fishes. Hee! :-)
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