VIRUS DIARY: The singing stopped, and the emptiness arrived
WORTHINGTON, Ohio (AP) — My mother taught me that the best place in the world is on the inside of a chord. If you've ever been there, you'll know what she meant. It's a bear hug of awe and wonder, a sublime sliver of beauty or dissonance or genius powered by the humble human voice. Or, more precisely, by many human voices.
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