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if you could take a

step in the snow and then

get into your car, you would

drive through a

giant trestle and find

the walls were spotted with christmas

lights.  ‘what would the bulbs mean?’ you

ask me.  I say to you now,

know it loud and clear: the

spots are music and the notes

change with pigment, green is

timber and blue is pitch, rose is

melody.  You ask for

a certain date of

year for this to happen, but

we don’t control time

only location.