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Song of the open door When the beastly blizzards roar – angrily and often, there’s no need to lock the door, leave the door wide open. And if your road is stretching far, a grueling road, supposing, remember – leave your door ajar, don’t walk away and close it. And as you leave in calm…

“The Musician played the violin…” To I. Shwartz The musician played the violin — I was gazing at his eyes. It was not like I was prying — I was flying in the skies. It was not from merely boredom – but I yearned to understand how such sounds could be conjured by such simple…