It's snowing lightly agin, and I feel sorry for poor Belinda, who has to trudge along the streets to practice violin. I sometimes wish she had picked a better profession than violin, and faintly wonder whether it's really her niche. She's such a unique, dear person, I think her fine nature is being wasted...alas. Well, it's her choice: and if she really loves violin, I suppose it is the path she will tread with joy. I do hope so.
God bless her! God bless us all!
[editing note: Belinda has returned, and she has to quiver each finger on the violin 500 times! o_O]
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