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I've been playing the violin for a very long time, and it holds immense significance for me. This is not only because of the years I've dedicated to it but also due to the precious memories associated with it. I've encountered many people who have profoundly impacted me, and I've formed cherished bonds with my fellow violinists. For instance, I remember the time when my friends and I practiced until midnight, followed by sharing a meal of ramen. Another time, we stayed after school for an impromptu concert.

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Video: Carmen

Video: Fisherman's Song at Dusk

 A Poem Inspired by the Violin
Playing Scales
Over and over
My boring morning chore
Practice painful scales
Pressing metal 
Strings on finger tips
Tighten pegs
Heavy bow hand
Hurts to hold
Don’t drop the bow
Don’t forget the notes
Notice the tone
No groaning
Messy lesson
Aching later

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