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I had accepted an invite from a mate to take photos at a music festival event at a special needs school this evening that his other half had organised.  It was typical music festival weather most of the day, torrential rain but it had stopped by the time I got there, after finishing work.  A bit of sunshine would have been brilliant but there was plenty of it in other ways, particularly on the faces of people who are actually special, regardless of their needs. There is some indefinable aspect, like peering at the softly shimmering surface of a full, creeping river and sensing some powerful hidden current. In eyes and smiles was the original mystery of the human soul, raw and undeflected, subtly strange and innocently beautiful.  The most precious thing and seemingly long ago lost and forgotten in myself.

The band rocked: