It was in May of 2014 when I went to visit my friend John Herr at his home in Charlottesville. We had started to record some of his earliest memories for a documentary film about life and science, a documentary film that unfortunately was cut short when he unexpectedly died of a massive heart attack. I recently went looking for some of the images collected over moths and months of working together, and that's when I came across this extraordinary moment when John recalls the sound of the voice of his mother. I miss John dearly.
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