SESAME STREET imprinted this song on my memory when I was little. It would be more than 20 years before I even put a name to the anonymous piece. A 300 year old adagio, set to the lingering visuals of a dewed flower in the most unassuming of places, had a powerful, poignant impact on me. It is awesome that a seemingly random thought, planted in our heads in infancy, wields so much influence on our future histories.

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