lenissimo:“His fingers touched the strings, and all my thoughts were displaced. The sound was pure a
lenissimo:“His fingers touched the strings, and all my thoughts were displaced. The sound was pure and sweet as water, bright as lemons. It was like no music I had ever heard before. It had warmth as a fire does, a texture and weight like polished ivory. It buoyed and soothed at once.”- Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles, page 34 -- source link
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