Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Still, that leaves over a million shrines short, not reckoning widows who re-marry. Jesus! They just wouldn’t let up about you after you played the violin for them. “I am sure, Anna,” she said, “I do not see why we should conceal the truth from you.
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