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I was skipping on the concrete tight rope when the wind swirled beneath my tipping parapluie and I took flight into the loosely hanging telephone wires and my voice suddenly cracked through a handheld, reciting the lyrics of a favorite symphony.

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elizabeth-1

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Published: Feb 16, 2011
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