I know this music, she said,her bow singing across the riggings of the ship,vibrations of string, quivering, a Stradivarius on seascapes wild, Colmcille’s blessing on her lips.Her petaled fingers close on each note, wind-whipped,prayer stinging her eyes, cutting grooves callousedby play, tonal cry of pregnant labor for a birthwhere words and sounds attuned once only […]

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