Peddlers
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  • Reads 12
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  • Parts 1
  • Time <5 mins
Complete, First published Dec 15, 2021
Such a powerful opera, that it so consumes me. Too often I find myself drifting off while listening.

We all know it today as a simple jingle, but have we taken the time to consider what it once it was? Have we explored what kind of an effect on the world it could have been? 

It was a Magnum Opus of musical history, at least it is to me. How it persuades the soul to be willingly carried away in imagination as well as critical introspection.
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