primed 01/02/202001/02/2020trE L’Altiste by Edgar Degas-1880 his fingers pluck a melody for her heart. the sweetest song fills the air. p r i m e d . . . on a cold, Winter’s morn, she falls in love with him again. Share this? Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram More Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading... Related
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Lovely!
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I could hear the violin music as I read this.
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I love, truly love that painting. Thank you for hearing the music, Mags.
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My pleasure, Tre. 💛
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Gorgeous 💕
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Thank you kindly!
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My pleasure.
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