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When I was little, I thought I'd hear god in the back of orchestras, with shining trombones and thundering timpani. Now I hear her in the sobs of broken mothers, and the rustle of the leaves. Things that aren't tangible but still matter most.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
Divine Intervention
When I was little, I thought I'd hear god in the back of orchestras, with shining trombones and thundering timpani. Now I hear her in the sobs of broken mothers, and the rustle of the leaves. Things that aren't tangible but still matter most.
I can't say I'm a believer though.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
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