At Saint-Sulpice
Mass times, I read. Choir practices at ... Then the great organ begins and I loiter reading the notices over and over.
Cesar Frank strides like a wind. The sanctuary of the martyrs lights up by one of those peculiarities of slanted light
and the funeral in the Lady chapel is just the excuse. One soul and a cast of twenty raise thousands.
ŠElizabeth Smither 2004
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