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It was ironic that I always returned to it, my home where I went to junior high school and high school until I was off to college and independent.
One time while returning, I saw it in the street and had to stop. I forgot what it was called, this whatchamacallit, but we had to play it in 3rd grade music class so there shouldn't have been any in this town.
I took it to where I was staying with my companion in a motel and cleaned it. It was unscathed by lying in the street except for a patina of age.
Once it dried off, I put it to my lips, put my fingers on it, and blew…
To my surprise my fingers knew what to do all the way from childhood and I was playing a beautiful melody that I couldn't do when I was a kid because it was so hard.
I think I'm going to keep it…
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