This will be a regular feature here. I'll vary the musical style over time to appeal to a variety of people. For now, enjoy this lovely rendition of Debussy's Beau Soir.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
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Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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