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I have  been making music my whole life. “You came out singing!” my folks swear, even with the umbilical chord wrapped around my neck. Music gave shape to my world and meaning to my life when I was still just a shadow unblurring into identity.

I made up songs about everything around me: my Beanie Babies, the pie I was eating, the day my grandmother visited and the day she went away.

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