To quote Charles Dickens; it was the best of times, it was the worst of times, etc. etc.
If life is a literary piece of work, the time at UVA was a play/opera in 4 acts. God wrote the lines/libretto and each scene was played out well by a very huge cast.
As I sit here typing away, I remember/watch this work (His art/work) unfold...
Historical. Suspensful. Comedic. Tragic. Horrific. Moving.
Laughing. Singing. Eating. (LOTS of eating) Crying. Hating. Loving. Studying. Reading. (TOO much unnecessary reading) Living.
Ironic. Climactic. Anticlimactic. FULL of foreshadowing. Repetitive.
Too short. Too long. Too fast. Too slow. Just right. Just plain wrong. Just enough.
The music was good. The music was bad. His lines were too long. Her lines were perfect. He wrote it just right.
Bravissimo!
Roses for the whole cast. Shout out to one too many people who made this piece as memorable it is. But mad props, accolade, and all due credit to the Great Writer/Producer/Director. Deo gratias.
Encore?
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