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"Soft voices rise, playful as a baby's smile, holding time in check. The child like tellings of our daily toils, carried by the agency of the wind, free us if only for an instant. Above us, in some strange embrace, the humility of our condition colors the night sky while the timid mystery of our existence unfolds. Star crossed lovers and children pray the hardest, begging whatever god may be for that which may or may not save them."