Once, I took the penny whistle you gave me and discovered a spotby the roaring falls where I could play as loud as I wanted. I lay in the bifurcated trunkof a low-slung birch tree. The sun peeked through applauding leaves, high overhead.

Kristen Henderson
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I had never heard of penny whistles before you gave it to me.I played it by the roaring falls and discovered that it was not just a whistle but also a way of life. At first, I did not know what it meant to play by the roaring falls. I only knew that I would play whenever I could. When I got sick, I played by the roaring falls, and when my fever broke, I played by the roaring falls.

When I was bored at home, I played by the roaring falls. When something made me sad, I played by the roaring falls. And when my mind wandered off in other places, I would return to the roaring falls.

The penny whistle brought me solace when my world became too much to handle.

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