Stain-glass Eyes

My son, Holden sent me this about The Berlin Opera Group , he founded.   I want to give anyone who reads my post a chance to contribute if they would like to (see info. below). Wish I could be there! The streaming they make available has been a wonderful help for us who can't be in Berlin to see the operas.  This is their third! Two Pictures of Holden Madagame I founded an opera group in Berlin called "The Berlin Opera Group" and we are putting on our third - Ariadne auf Naxos - and we need your help again! Read below for more details. View this email in your browser The Berlin Opera Group's 3rd Opera! Help us put on Ariadne auf Naxos by Richard Strauss Dear friends, teachers, students, and colleagues, As most of you know, I founded an opera group in Berlin, Germany - The Berlin Opera Group.  I started this group out of the desire to build performance experience and to make opera more accessible to the general

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