My passivity and her timidity

Sarah sang soprano timidly, sweetly and lyrically, in general a common kind of soprano but not the kind we often find singing on stage, even in a local bar. There were women who sang soprano, usually the brassy dramatic sopranos who can fill an auditorium with the ferocity of piercing high notes really not needing a microphone, but for the most part, I never knew any of them. I often keep my distance from sopranos and tenors because I naturally distance myself from anyone seeking attention. Sarah was distinctly not of that type, so I might have enjoyed knowing her, but I didn’t know her either. My passivity and her timidity added up to nothing.

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David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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