Yesterday, I met Claude Debussy in his “Sunken Cathedral.”
While the French composer has been dead nearly 100 years and I was
crisscrossing Alabama in a Honda Civic, I felt as if we’d shared a brief,
candlelit encounter.
Silly, I know. But…
Someday I want my work to speak of me with the same breathless, genuine
quality that that single
prelude spoke of Debussy.
A noble, romantic goal, I readily admit, but why not shoot for a star
now and again?
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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