Wednesday, September 20, 2006

175 of 210 : Elisa

She was so shy that she rarely spoke above a whisper in her lilting Caribbean accent. But then she’d start to sing. Oh. My. God. Easily the most silken, beautiful, utterly natural voice I’ve ever heard. The music she made was as simple and graceful as water dancing over stones.

2 Comments:

At Wednesday, September 20, 2006 8:28:00 AM, Blogger In Otter Space said...

Beautiful..."water dancing over stones". This vision will stay with me all day!

 
At Wednesday, September 20, 2006 2:22:00 PM, Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

Oh. My. God. Beautifully written.

 

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