In other music news, my little choir had our spring concert yesterday and sang songs about how beautiful Sweden is this time of year in a 800-year-old church in the meadows on the outskirts of Kungsängen. My favorite was this traditional psalm, heard here at our crown princess's wedding in a slightly more professional, yet I daresay no more profound, passionate, version. It was evening, the sun was high in the sky, you could smell the cherry blossoms outside, and it was hard not to cry actual tears of joy.
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