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S02E235 Colors, Part 5, Do Killer Robots Have Meltdowns?

Guy Hasson
Age: 7, Told by Grampa Walt

I am surrounded by darkness. I’ve been here before, in Amahle’s dream, a dozen times at least. But it doesn’t get easier. And it doesn’t get less spooky that there isn’t even a little bit of light, so your eyes never get adjusted. We are right next to the sun in her dream, and yet there isn’t a photon to be found.

But then, that’s not the only change. As soon as I walk into Charlie’s elevator in Amahle’s dream, there is music. I don’t recognize many of the instruments. But I do recognize the voice. There usually isn’t a voice when Amahle’s music is played outside her head in the Dream. But now… She’s singing. Without any words, just singing…

“The music is making the hair on my hand stand,” Charlie says.

“It’s beautiful,” Justin says.

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S02E195: The Music of Amahle’s Dream

Guy Hasson
Age: 6, Told by Grampa Walt

I hear Amahle ask, “You can hear the music?”

“It’s all around me, like it’s moving,” I hear Charlie say.

“I can hear it. What is it?” I hear Joy ask. “It makes my heart pound, but I don’t know why.”

“Walter,” Amahle calls out to me. As far as she’s concerned, it’s just me here with the kids. Master Mind and Justin are keeping silent and therefore invisible. “Do you hear the music?”

“I can hear it, Amahle. It’s very beautiful. Is that music from South Africa? Who wrote it?”

“Nobody wrote it, Walter. I hear music in my head. All the time. It’s how I feel… How can you hear my music?”

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S02E194: Music in the Park

Guy Hasson
Age: 6, Told by Grampa Walt

“You know, my mother used to sit me with here right on this bench when I was a child,” Amahle says.

“Yeah?”

“We sat right here, and she would describe everything to me. See how everything is green, Joy and Charlie?”

“Very green.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Charlie mumbles.

“It’s beautiful,” Amahle says. “She’d describe everything to me. Right behind me is a tree that comes out of its roots in three trunks.”

“That’s right!”

“How the path continues to the right, over there, and to the left. She talked to me about how the leaves of the trees cover everything above us and how the sun’s light comes in just so beautifully between the leaves.”

“Yeah,” Joy says.

“And I would have that picture in my head. Of the entire park. And my head would translate it to music.”

Music begins to play all around us, soft and beautiful.

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