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the piano has always been a part of my life. from an early age, my family moved frequently, and no matter where we lived, there always seemed to be a piano in the apartment. as a child, i had a lot of ways to entertain myself, but the piano quickly became my favourite. i would often find myself randomly pressing the keys, and to my surprise, i found great joy in it. over time, those random notes started to take shape. what began as playful pressing slowly turned into something more structured, and i found myself composing small pieces, almost without realizing it.
now i’m 19, and nothing has changed.

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