Then she took up the bow and began to play. The tone was warm and deep, storied with layers of age.

A.S. Peterson
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Then she took up the bow and began to play. The tone was warm and deep, storied with layers of age. This quote has a lot of hidden meaning. It's talking about how an emotion can be changed or enhanced by adding something else to it. An example is when you put on a song that is already old but still sounds good to your ears.

Source: Fiddlers Green

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