I know a place where we can go where the breeze is always southerly and the stars shine only for us (and the thousand others standing, watching, waiting, just like us--what a sad world it would be if we were the only ones). We'll go there. I promise. Only...I forgot the way. Could you show me? One more time?
Exercises in Articulation
The Chronicles of a Quiet Soul

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