Too Late To Turn Back
Too late to turn back…
Lingering
like the winter fly… N.
Lingering
like the winter fly… N.
posted by Nannerl at 8:50 AM
I was born on the stroke of twelve, between the 30th and 31st of July, 1751. To some I am the foremost keyboard player in Europe but to others, I am the overlooked sister of a genius. The matter is complicated. I write music for the bottom drawer while living in Salzburg with my dear Mama. Papa is in Rome with Wolfie to enshrine my brother's talents and in the year, 1770, I am destined for marriage, not a career. Maria Anna Walburga Ignatia Mozart - Nannerl for short.
posted by Nannerl at 8:50 AM
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