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"A shy girl, she smiles a bit awkwardly when
she comes on stage, sits at the instrument, and takes a few seconds
to concentrate. In that short time, her face changes - the girl
becomes an artist. Then she plays and the strings thunder, whistle,
sing. Colors changes, from tinkling bells to murmuring water, from
intimate whispering to loud voices. Her fingers dance on the strings
in an unearthly fashion, sliding, plucking. The audience was spellbound."
- Brabants Daglad, The Netherlands
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