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we played summer's flute to the last note. and danced across the horizons of space and time together. we laughed and cried until it hurt and it felt good. and we ran out of breath. and though death was always there in the corner looking on, he too joined in the dance. the lives of friends have crossed and now departed and we are all of us richer because of this time. goodbye friends. we carry your music in our hearts.

(photo courtesy ingmar bergman)