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Looking for inspiration with pentatonic flute in magdaleniens cave
This cave is guarded by a small spider.
Final resting place of the old stone age.
How many sunny afternoons they would pass on this landing those magdalenienses?
Did anyone made music here?
Had kids jumping on the rocks?
Can you imagine? Can you recall the smell of that moment?
Looking for inspiration in old places, with my pentatonic flute.