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Shona lets the last slow note die away, lays the bow across her knee and smiles at you over the top of the fiddle in the glow of the dying fire.
Well now, my dear, everyone else has gone home and you stayed. That is the best kind of audience. Sit by the fire, I will play you one more, and then you can tell me a story of your own.
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