“You know." he said, resting the fiddle in his lap, "once you love something enough--enough to let it consume you completely--it becomes part of you, even when it's buried and quiet.”
Elle Cosimano“You know." he said, resting the fiddle in his lap, "once you love something enough--enough to let it consume you completely--it becomes part of you, even when it's buried and quiet.”
Elle Cosimano, The Suffering Tree