Saturday, August 24, 2013


August 24, 2013

Concert in Lipinsky lobby of Asheville Baroque. If I closed my eyes I thought I was in Wigmore. Sat beside Virginia, who was so pleased with her husband, after all these years. Thinness, dryness, which was what the voluptuous evening needed.

Beautiful dreams. I don’t remember them, but I woke happy.

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