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A crafty, nommy, occassionally geeky blog-thing.

Dear Diary

So there’s this girl.

No, that’s not the way to start it.

Free tickets to the symphony this weekend?

She plays the cello, and sits second row, one in.

And has perfectly straight hair, perfectly straight posture, and the strappiest shoes you ever did see.

During Glenn Buhr’s Adagio Pathetique, she looked like she might cry.

So tiny.

Breakable.

I want to take her home, feed her fruity salsa and manga sorbet.

All season, I’ve been studying the house program.

“Brunhilde”

That must be her.

She doesn’t look like a “Brunhilde”.

But “Nancy” or “Christine” would be an insult. She’s so much more.

Exotic.