Tag: violin
member name: Fred Hose
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April 24, 2008 12:28 PM EDT --
Your criticisms (and praise) will be highly appreciated. I'd like to do the final editing on this piece .
Nicholas and I parked our Harleys outside that great majestic Manhattan hotel, . . .
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June 01, 2009 10:57 AM EDT --
"My name is Alfonso Pedro Gonsalez Alvarez and I'm from the little village of Cordoba, in Mexico. When you read this story, you'll think that I've been smokin' that loco weed. But I will reply no no. . . .
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June 02, 2009 04:41 PM EDT --
"My son, this is all a miracle without equal. I am sure that it is a blessing from above. The greatest of all grillos has arrived here in our own backyard. In our backyard. Can you believe that?" His . . .
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August 01, 2007 01:48 PM EDT --
The next day, I went back to the meadow and . . . wonders upon wonders . . .when I stroked it, my violin played the Lost Chord again. Once more I became aware of its awesome powers.
With the chord still . . .
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April 23, 2009 03:38 PM EDT --
This is dedicated to Marge H who needed to read it.
Nicholas and I parked our Harleys outside a great majestic Manhattan hotel, in downtown New York. One that is known for its grandeur and opulence. . . .
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November 02, 2007 06:33 AM EDT --
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The premise of this story may seem far fetched. There is, however, some basis for it in the book "The Soul of the White Ant" by Eugene Marais. In this thesis, the author refers to the . . .
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July 31, 2007 12:07 PM EDT --
If you were offered the choice between love or magic, what would go for? Would you like to think about that for a while? Well let me tell you what happened in my own case.
I was still a young man when . . .
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February 13, 2008 04:55 AM EST --
I was sitting at the feet of my dear grandfather. It was what I loved most in the world. Sitting at his feet and hearing about his amazing adventures. He had had a life like no other person that I knew. . . .
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November 01, 2007 05:54 AM EDT --
"My name is Miguel Pedro Gonsalez Alvarez and I'm from the village of Cordoba in Mexico. When you read this story you will think that I'm smokin' that loco weed.
But I'll say no . . .
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March 17, 2007 03:54 PM EDT --
Dear Reader, when you read this story kindly ignore my version of rural Mexican accents. I'm no good at them but I had to make an attempt at using them here as I needed to make clear the contrast between . . .
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February 14, 2008 04:22 PM EST --
The next day, I went back to the meadow and . . . wonders upon wonders . . .when I stroked it, my violin played the Lost Chord again. I felt a wave of inner power surge through my whole body.
With the . . .
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