I was playing my ukulele this weekend during one of my breaks at work, and thought I heard an autistic person making noise a bit away. It sounded like a gut-reaction, totally sub-conscious note of fear and since it was repetitious, I simply placed it slightly out of my mind and continued playing and singing music.
After a bit of time, I noticed a small fawn walking around one of the lodges. He looked straight at me and bleated, this same guttural sound. I then realized it was always coming from this baby deer. He continued looking around (I presume for his mother, who was nowhere in sight) and making this terribly sad bleating sound, which was oddly in time with the music. I enjoyed playing for him, and he seemed entranced by the occurrence.
Music transcends everything. It transcends language, country, species, world...... Music is magical. And as the fawn disappeared in the underbrush, I was filled with awe and silence.
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