I was born from a whistle. Freed by that sound I make with my teeth that is so seemingly sourceless. I will whistle you a concerto if you'd like. 1812 overture is a personal favorite. I can whistle with the clarity of a piccolo or the soul of Aretha. I can whistle with my retainers in (see mom, I DO wear them!), when it's cold out, after 7 hours of jaw surgery and with the birds in spring. People know me by my whistle. It is something I do without thinking, when singing requires too much effort and talking is superfluous. Inspired by my grandma, taught by my siblings, it is something I will always have. And I like that about myself.
Monday, February 20, 2012
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I was born from a whistle. Freed by that sound I make with my teeth that is so seemingly sourceless. I will whistle you a concerto if you'd like. 1812 overture is a personal favorite. I can whistle with the clarity of a piccolo or the soul of Aretha. I can whistle with my retainers in (see mom, I DO wear them!), when it's cold out, after 7 hours of jaw surgery and with the birds in spring. People know me by my whistle. It is something I do without thinking, when singing requires too much effort and talking is superfluous. Inspired by my grandma, taught by my siblings, it is something I will always have. And I like that about myself.
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