SIGH. This city is surrounded by mountains, and this is the view from my hotel window... three floors up, no less! I can reach out and touch the wall from my "balcony."
Pitchin' In
12 years ago
If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music. ~Gustav Mahler
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Well that's not very alluring, is it? It all went well this morning and PG sang the Herbert, "Come My Way, My Truth, My Life" to the gratification of one and all. We miss you!
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