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IN THE DARK of an ungodly early hour, my yard man and I headed once again for the southern home of my Small Actor. After weeks of warm sunny days, the weather was rainy and cool. But we made it safely to Richmond, and most of the day on Saturday we enjoyed "a whirlwind of couch-sitting." (Our relaxing hours of music-making, game-playing and being charmed by the tiny actor,as described by the auntie from Asheville [aka my daughter I seldom see].



But then, about the time we bestirred ourselves to seek some entertainment away from the house, much to our good fortune the sun shone forth!

We went to the Fan, and saw another strumming man (whose name, I think, is Dan).
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