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  • The trip was long on that cold windy day. I listened to Mozart the whole drive there. The tall grasses along the roadside danced in perfect rhythm . Mozart can do that to grass, make it dance in rhythm. The town was old, filled with the old memories. The theater was old too. It sat empty for years; flooded basement they said comprised the structure. But there was new life in the old town, and a shining light in the old theater. New life will find a way to shine through the oldness.
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