This is my new Optigan, the OPTIcal orGAN. On it, one can play raucous, house-bringing-down numbers, as well as tender ballads. Here, you can see a tender ballad being played.
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Ruminations about love, longing, and a third thing that I haven't decided upon yet.
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Only the finest craftsmanship went into the making of the splendid Mediterranean Optigan. Each one was exquisitely carved by Sicilian hands by select tradespeople who passed down their unique skills from generation to generation. Few tools, save for bare fingernails on wood, account for the quality and finish. The same exacting attention that went into making the Spanish Galleons of old and Captain Nemo's very own custom Nautilus organ (the very first Optigan) was employed in the manufacture. These instruments tower in stature above the Stradivarius. Amazingly, wood chips and shavings from the factory alone fetch a premium on the international market.
Forgive me, I cannot go on writing and crying like this at the same time.
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