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Wind chimes charm us to a vantage point just above tree-level, and we see in the distance the mystical flanks of Mt. Fuji, regally robed as an empress in snow and heralded with a great Japanese gong. Some moments of Zen contemplation ensue. We float higher still into a welcoming canopy of air where a solitary carefree kite lofts to a simple F pentatonic melody, nearly forgotten since childhood, but now forever remembered.