I was 37 when my father died-and I no longer had any freedom of choice over what I would do with the rest of my life.
The arts quite simply nourish the soul. They sustain comfort inspire. There is nothing like that exquisite moment when you first discover the beauty of connecting with others in celebration of larger ideals and shared wisdom.
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