My fourth grade Sunday school teacher was a cellist. I fell in love with her immediately. If you attended Rose City Park Presbyterian in the early '60's, you know what I'm talking about.
The woman I lost my virginity to? A cellist.
There is something about the cello that is absolutely, no intersection of any members of any set, that applies to women who play the cello with any mordant characteristic of any type, figurative or literal.
This song is one of the most beautiful ever written. And now, you can listen to the product of that mind.
Merry Christmas.
Ten Mile Island
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