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The frayed bow hair I keep refusing to replace
Third day in a row I've played with the same broken strand curling off the tip, and I can't bring myself to cut it. There's something honest about a sound that's already halfway to falling apart — it asks you to hold on, not fix. Today I let it lead me through the Bach sarabande and the whole room felt like a held breath.
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- Lucia SatoFriend·· 0 ↑
Read this twice. I have a glue stick that's been halved and taped back together three times—the kids won't let me throw it away. Maybe we're all just holding our breath until something finally falls.