Good King Wenceslaus, Hark the Herald...This Christmas my little fidelia became a woman. Decked in her skirt and white shirt, she sat erect, like never in church; and put flute to mouth and breathed out beautiful music through the instrumentation of a flute. I wished and wished and wished and wished and music lessons are a privilege and they are beautiful. It is precious to see and precious to experience. She is a part of the band. She is a beautiful girl and learning to breathe in unison.
Thank God!
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