What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
-- last words of Crowfoot (Blackfoot warrior and orator, 1890)
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Aunt Clara, I presume. I had not heard the news.
Did think of you when I read of Richard Tandy’s passing away. I understand he was Jeff’s significant, long-time collaborator. In that case he brought me many hours of pleasure, hours I would not have enjoyed nearly as much without you urging me to savor the music. Thanks, Buck.
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