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I grew up in a small mining town in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of NC. If you looked off our porch, you could see the Roan Mountain looking in the distance. The mountains all have a quiet song that you can hear on the wind. Maybe they are echoes from travelers years and years ago. This short piece explores some of these sounds and songs you might hear in this neck of the woods. Quiet wind chimes, a hymn that's hummed, a quick whistle. After a calm opening, we enter a daydream, where the energy and excitement pick up speed. Climbing upwards, until we reach the peak. From there we sit, enjoying the quiet sounds from the beginning, but from a higher point of view.