Saturday Afternoon Session.
The choir was composed, boldly, of children. Dressed in their white shirts and pastel dresses. There's a part of the song that goes, "When dark clouds of trouble hang o'er us, and threaten our peace to destroy--" and the arrangement suggests doubt and sadness by turning momentarily to a minor key. But the kids defy it-- their invincibility is belied by their inexpertly-suppressed grins and fidgets. Their bodies revolt against the feeble attempts of words and notes to suggest mortality. And you can take refuge in their power.
Kids, man.
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