Country of the Soul
I celebrate my country… my country ’tis of Thee. A Place without chart, or map, or globe, which eye alone can’t see. A Place too small to fathom, and yet too great to miss. A…
I celebrate my country… my country ’tis of Thee. A Place without chart, or map, or globe, which eye alone can’t see. A Place too small to fathom, and yet too great to miss. A…
I have fond memories of seeing Les Miserables in its San Francisco stage production many years ago. It was therefore with great disappointment—and with some questioning of my judgment in earlier years—that several months ago I…
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