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The cool metal gleams,
Golden as the sky
During sunset,
Searing my vision.

The sounds rise
In a cacophony of voices,
Caressing me gently,
Embracing me lovingly.

My section-mates surround me,
A protective family of bodies;
Annoying me into anger,
Teasing me into fondness, again.

There is no place I’d rather be.
I was born to be here.
The notes run through my veins,
The music feeds my soul.

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