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The Fifth Tag



What a wonderful evening that was! And how fortunate it is to be in the right place at the right time: I got to hear a concert rehearsal! In Pony, A group were playing music apparently composed by some woman with great talents - not sure though, what that group was, I think it had something to do with lack of light... or so

But the music, ah, it was beautiful, heartbreaking, I have never heard anything like it before... it reminded me about those precious moments back home, when the morning mist covered the woods and the first fragile melodies of humming birds filled the air

Yes, I probably could have lost myself into that music for good... ah but apparently I did not.

As there was this delightfully strange, gray haired man playing in the group... I got the impression that he did belong to the group, and shared the vision of the group in relation to the music they played

and yet

Well, I think I now have heard a wonderful, breathtaking song about...trees. That are... yes, white.

                        (Must stop chuckling now, I am a serious person)

Ah, what a lovely night that was!