April 28th, 2013, 1pm

It was 16.1°C with scattered clouds. The breeze was gentle.

“Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind which are delivered down from generation to generation, as presents to the posterity of those who are yet unborn,” the text running beneath the dome read.

And as I spun beneath the circle of afternoon light, she began to play her violin and two boys carrying trumpets stepped onto the stage.

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