Somehow I had become a fan of choirs and the old Gothic hall overflowed with gowns and sounds that drifted smokily I think to a wooden roof . Murmuring her way along a high oak platform was a dark haired woman in a pale golden gown and you lifted up your eyes and then clambered the stairs after her. And then you mentioned you were wearing a black tutu and were full of hope. I remember frowning slightly and perhaps I disagreed.
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