for all the leitmotif cheat-sheets you so laboriously made for us; for all the marked librettos and the scores; for all the tapes you made, and all those trips to the record store you funded; for the musical carte blanche that you made space for in our house; for noticing how much the cats loved Verdi and loathed Poulenc...
...thanks, Ma. It's all still here.
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