I used to live behind a ravine (which is kind of a hill in reverse) and when sleepless,(often) would climb down to the bottom and make up minor key fiddle tunes from 2 am to 4 am. Twas heaven I'll tell you, although any people back up at the top who were contemplating suicide that night would not have been disuaded by the wafting minor scales. The tunes made ME happy though.
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