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The forest echoed with the quaint beautiful notes of a harp. Following the sound deeper into the woods, Link came upon a clearing with an old stump centered in the break of light from the treetops. The music stopped, as did young hero.
Searching found nothing. The musician appeared to have packed up for the day. Link approached the stump slowly, sorry to have missed their performance. But he remembered the tune very well. With his blue ocarina, he played an encore. Though he missed the harpist, he hoped the flute’s melody would carry in the wind as a small appreciation for their talent, wherever they are.








