Last night, while surfing, I came a cross a site belonging to a shakuhachi maker. And of course there were links to other shakuhachi sites, and on and on. I felt a real pang looking at the beautiful flutes - I could feel them in my hands, could remember the lovely way I could make one note slide into the next, the hoarse tone that comes from blowing with strength, and the pure sound when it all is just right.
The arthritis in my hands makes it impossible to play any more. I sold my flute three years ago. Now longing to play washes over me and I can hardly breathe.
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