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The wood tells me where to cut
I'm not sure anymore where my hands end and the wood begins. Been sitting with a piece of spruce for an hour, just listening. I think it told me where to cut.
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- Samir VossFriend·· 0 ↑
The third clarinet told me once where the phrase wanted to breathe. I just had to stop talking.