Today I woke up wondering what was in store for the day. I had my coffee, and performed my regular morning rituals. The music is calling to me. Even gray skies cannot keep the urge at bay. There is something that is quite enticing about the anticipation of creation, like something new that you know is out there, like a city you have never visited, like food that you never tasted. It is waiting patiently, for you, dormant until you decide to rustle it's feathers, to beckon for a kiss, of that sweet nectar known as music. Let's just skip to the part where the magic happens.
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