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</div><br/>Elias nodded.  None of the flowery words that he would have been tempted to use.  He tended to overthink things at times.  Sometimes simplicity was the better approach.<br/><br/>He had been in love with the violin ever since he'd first played one.  No instrument could create so much emotion in the listener.  He played the piano as well, but there was no comparison.  The piece he chose was one he had been working on for awhile.  Elias decided to entitle it<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2F8_f7qf3CBw0&amp;hash=a4432c14c66f44708d184ef3c62212e7" href="https://youtu.be/8_f7qf3CBw0" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">"Ode to a Little Girl".</a><br/><br/>As he was finishing his violin solo, he could hear a four cylinder engine on the other side of the gate.  And then a female voice asking, "Excuse me? Is this… is this Havenshire?"<br/><br/>He gave Kepler an amused glance and commented "I think we've got more company."<br/><br/>Elias left the greetings up to Kepler as he packed his instrument, gathered up the shovels and dumped his coffee, which had turned cold.