[ It is not so much the words of the hymns themselves than the melody and the person to whom they belonged being able to weave through a convoluted haze of whispers. A gentle light through the curtain of dark.
How odd it had been, to traverse through memory of other lives long past. This embrace, too, is important, now that she is no longer drowning. ]
... yes, this is the present. You did well. It was... much for you to carry.
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How odd it had been, to traverse through memory of other lives long past. This embrace, too, is important, now that she is no longer drowning. ]
... yes, this is the present. You did well. It was... much for you to carry.