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The serenity of the forest, the light that came to the boughs, the sweetness that thus flowed... it is all right there in my cello, awaiting a chance to sing.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 18, 2021.
The cello becomes my voice and through her I sing.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 18, 2021.
My cello is my angel voice, the way my soul enters the ether and seeks conversation with others.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 18, 2021.