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There is a musician that lives near my apartment, probably only a few doors down. If I'm lucky, some mornings I step outside to smoke and can hear them puzzling out a melody on their keyboard. The sound of it, the tunes they come up with, are always clear and somewhat haunting.

I don't know which neighbor it is, but I'm glad they live here and glad they practice with their window open. It is beautiful.

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That's really cool. There used to be someone that lived in the apartments beyond our fence that played the saxophone. It was the same kind thing as you've got. This sweet, sultry music would just float across the fence at random times. It was great.

I'm a little jealous.