a dear friend of mine wrote this after losing her best friend and mother, and almost immediately after, also her beautiful voice. as with so many things we write during our most trying times, these profound and poignant lines were written during her voice-less struggle.
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stress tightened it's noose on me, i couldn't say a word.
people saw my lips move... but little could be heard;
doctors asked me, 'does it hurt?' and followed my, 'yes!', with, 'where?'
moving my fingers to my heart, i softly whispered... 'there!'
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*by Sunshine Dixon
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post script.
i am grateful to be able to write that after an extended period without it, Sunshine's beautiful voice was finally restored. i re-discovered this write while perusing through some past correspondence and on seeing it decided right then that it would be selfish to not share my love for her voice with all of you!