only for the brave

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A song, a cello, a troubadour. 

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A long time ago...life decided to trash Maras heart - whereupon she decided (quite rightly) to spent quite a few weeks in bed. Mainly crying. Rather large crocodile tears.  

Once she realized that numbing out on alcohol and cigarettes wasn’t a guaranteed shortcut, she wrote some songs.  

Unfortunately — but unsurprisingly: sad songs.

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A concert in praise of melancholy. A celebration of fractured hearts. 

A few tears. A splash of humor.

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Expect a sad but unique performance of cellist troubadour Mara Miribung.

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Only for the brave.