I {Music} was born in the open air, in the breaks of waves and the whistling of sandstorms, the hoots of owls and the cackles of tui birds. I travel in echoes. I ride the breeze. I was forged in nature, rugged and raw. Only man shapes my edges to make me beautiful. {Chapter 2}
( Mitch Albom )
[ The Magic Strings of Frankie ]
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