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..
Not a good place 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”.
That’s a beautiful thought.
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