As a child I was told my town was of little note.

Some might say, and some do say, and what they said cast a blur upon my vision.

Older and wiser and free of such things, ‘of little note’ became a chord and the chord grew.

For long ago, a simple Cappella formed upon a hill out of Saxon stone, ringing out a beat from its wooden tower that inspired and informed and gave ripples of sustenance.

A polyphony of brick, stone, glass and concrete grew in organic fashion united by the common thread of its occupants.

And out of the sheer variety: the old and the new,

the pattern and the decoration,

the preservation and decay,

something unique was created, a grand symphony was heard:

Middleton Symphonia

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