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*A violin is given life when bought out of its coffin. It's given a life when held with tender and care. It's not just wood with strings. It has a voice that can sing and a pulse that beats in the violinists talented hands. The sound it does while its strings are plucked leave it's audience breathless and gasping for air while shouting for an applause. A violin is given life when you carry it around in the light and fresh air. It's given life when held in your gentle hands* ~
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
Violins given life
*A violin is given life when bought out of its coffin. It's given a life when held with tender and care. It's not just wood with strings. It has a voice that can sing and a pulse that beats in the violinists talented hands. The sound it does while its strings are plucked leave it's audience breathless and gasping for air while shouting for an applause. A violin is given life when you carry it around in the light and fresh air. It's given life when held in your gentle hands* ~
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
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