It is difficult for me to wax poetic about the beauty of a stringed instrument in a way that hasn’t been done before by countless violinists, violists, cellists, and bassists. In fact, my description would be much lesser in fluency and articulation, albeit meant with the same sincerity.
Baba talks like he will never stop again.
I squeeze my eyes shut before the dive, even though they’re encased in my thick, blurry goggles. Perhaps my fear has to do with the near-drowning incident two summers ago, when the artificial blue waves of Sahara Sam’s Water Park held me down and I suddenly couldn't remember which way the sky was. ...
Solutions by The State News
