It was not the glorious October day on the river, it was not the toddling glory of glorious toddlers amongst the pumpkin orange fire; rather, it was two sets by the Hungry March Band that brought joy to my heart, and tears to my eyes.
BALKAN GYPSY BRASS, REPRESENT! Oh, and much love to Sarah Valentine, for trading my tears of joy for "portable soundtracks for temporary utopias".
This magic moment has been brought to me by these gorgeous people many times; moments I treasure, and, will live, to treasure, forever 'til the end of time.
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