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This morning, I was halfway up the trail when the air shifted, I wondered if the path was leading me up to find a story hidden somewhere among the trees. First a light breeze, then a birdsong, followed by a flurry of airy flute notes, light enough to spark my curiosity, soft enough to make me wonder who was playing - a story unwritten.