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My heart melted at the temperature of her words. But it would not freeze together at the absence of her voice. The orchestra of her vocals ceased for an instant, the musicians halted their strings to leave room in the air so that her thoughts could be heard, mulled over by the world, and exalted as the word of god, for truly she is a goddess
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
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My heart melted at the temperature of her words. But it would not freeze together at the absence of her voice. The orchestra of her vocals ceased for an instant, the musicians halted their strings to leave room in the air so that her thoughts could be heard, mulled over by the world, and exalted as the word of god, for truly she is a goddess
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
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