Sunday, December 21, 2008
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"There were in her at the moment two beings, one drawing deep breaths of freedom and exhilaration, the other gasping for air in a little black prison-house of fears. But gradually the captive's gasps grew fainter, or the other paid less heed to them; the horizon expanded, the air grew stronger, and the free spirit quivered for flight." Edith Wharton
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If the goal is to make us cry, you win! What a wonderful piece! I saw this a couple days ago and each time I listen to it, I marvel. Merry Christmas!
This is so wonderful. Thanks for sharing.
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