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An Opera for the Ages

   Enter :   Whited puffy clots on a clear blue sky.                 Horizon to the south , garage doors to the north.                The Ting, Ting, TANG of a mature Red Maple's arm candy, a two tier wind chime playing a                happy tune.                  No marching rhythm here, just the slow dirge of rebirth and ecstasy.                 The sky's glide is a procession put forth with grace and an ease within.                  With waves rolling and lines following, all is a forward flow through iced crystals.                    The Sun track is exposed through spotty sun through the clouds of many shapes, now, the suns                   spectral spectacle received is a wordsmith's bonanza of thought through things that resonate.                    The Earth itself has softened and seems more acceptable. Small tufts and early shoots of grass                      have come to the show , making a great splash with their growth.                     Slightly tilted, l