The Clock Marches On

Time marches on relentlessly, ignoring everything in its path, but as if nature knew that today marks a specially dark day for my family and me, the sun came out to make it less and joint me to enjoy hours of peace and music next to my wife's memories.

Mozart's music has been playing all day, my darling, and I feel that you are also enjoying it. At this very moment, "Die Zauberflöte" is playing while the sun warms your table. Lovely.

I miss you Christina; there is no one hour of the day that do not think of you.

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