Then all the winds of Heaven ran to join hands and bend a shoulder, to bring down to me the sound of a noble hymn that was heavy with the perfume of Time That Has Gone.The glittering multitudes were s...
Then the singing enveloped me. It was furry and resonant, coming from everyone's very heart. There was no sense of performance or judgment, only that the music was breath and food.
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Sing
() a. & n. from Sing, v.
Singing has to come from the inside, and i don’t have anything left inside.’‘really?’ Ruth said, amazed, ‘How did that happen?’‘it all just drained out.
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