Sailing with the Vikings
Anastasia plays the violin with loving hands. She is tall and thin, her black dress clings tightly to her frail and delicate body, her long fingers expertly hold the bow as she strums the violin with confident ease. She cradles the instrument as if it were a newborn child, eyes shut in loving concentration, every string following her command and streaming soothing classical notes of famous artists long gone. I take a step closer and descend into her trance as do all the others in the room, [Read more...]
