Right now I'm listening to Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings, Opus 11. He wrote this after reading an explanation of how a rivulet becomes a river. It's really a beautiful piece of music. It's so tender, so gentle, and yet so sad. You can feel the frustration, the sinister ambiguity. But, for each moment of sadness locked in this piece, there is a
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