I used to collect them.
Every trip, every venue, every festival, the one thing I would bring with me was a bell.
Different size, different fabric.
Different sounds that would make me improvise. Music, or just scales.
I still have them, carefully preserved in a box. I know, not a good perspective for something that brought me so much joy.
Maybe one day I will rediscover their magic.
After all,... “when a bell rings, an Angel gets its wings”.
What a beautiful thought!
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