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The concert was fine. The playing was great, but the music was average which is the perennial problem with classical guitar concerts. In other words, when the story of our race wraps up it was a better than an average moment, but not exceedingly so. 

The poster, though, made it seem amazing. She looked good in the poster and it was so elegantly designed. I want to frame it and as the years pass and wither and age us both glance at it and think: oh, so long ago, that moment. I was there. So long ago.