Practiced for Buck's funeral with Jen. We arranged a medley of hymns that are very simple and beautiful. The chemistry we had for years on piano transferred even more beautifully to violin--I was overwhelmed, as was she.
born in the mountains, climbed the mountain, tilled the rocky soil, heard the song of the hollows, and learned the names of the stars on a cold clear winter night on my favorite ridge, 'everyman's' chapel.
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