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Thursday, November 7, 2013

бессонница

awake late again for no reason. felt very heavy today

our harpist came to rehearsal tonight to practice for the choral concert in two weeks. she was very pretty. i wonder if there is a prerequisite for harpists to be pretty or if growing up playing the harp made them that way? i have the most excellent last line of 'This Little Babe' from Britten's Ceremony of Carols stuck in my head. "If though wilt foil thy foes with joy then flit not from this heavenly boy." 

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