ARTS AND CULTURE
- Tim Kroenert
- 29 April 2010
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Fingers, impossibly nimble, weave melody amid the dappled tips of sunny
seas. Rush it to foamy, gushing peaks. Drop it amid thundering, vigorous
rolls. Set it adrift once more, wet, bruised and quietly thrilled.
It's the moment when God arrives, whatever it is you understand 'god' to
be.
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