During the years when I was out of touch with Richard, he would visit me in my dreams. In one dream, he was as happy as I'd ever seen him. He wanted to show me an large unusual box-shaped musical instrument that was inlaid with wood. For each instrument that would be in a symphony orchestra, there was wood from a different tree. He pointed to a particularly beautiful wood inlay, looked at me in delight and said, "Oboe."
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