Friday, January 3, 2003

Jan Kubelik Comments

Rating: 2.4

Your bow swept over a string, and a long low note quivered to the air.
(A mother of Bohemia sobs over a new child perfect learning to suck milk.)

Your bow ran fast over all the high strings fluttering and wild.
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