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Fifteen years After My Revelation.
A gray-haired, elderly gentleman introduces me to the school.
Seymour Wadsworth, renowned composer and conductor.
I am standing at the front of an auditorium, full of young people.
I smile down at them from my perch at a podium, and began to speak, smoothing out the crumpled pages of a tiny leather bound diary in front of me.
‘‘O N E – H U N D R E D – A N D – F O U R T Y –
. . . .T H R E E .’’
A gray-haired, elderly gentleman introduces me to the school.
Seymour Wadsworth, renowned composer and conductor.
I am standing at the front of an auditorium, full of young people.
I smile down at them from my perch at a podium, and began to speak, smoothing out the crumpled pages of a tiny leather bound diary in front of me.
‘‘O N E – H U N D R E D – A N D – F O U R T Y –
. . . .T H R E E .’’