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We had gotten a letter from a girl on our way to school. She had written, “I’m sorry your heart hurts, and I know why. You gave up too early, your chase for meaning, matter and more. You matter more than this, and I know it is true…” She was in seventh grade, and we met her on the bus early one morning. Our violin was in our hands as we had… Read More