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…’s harp soothing the rage and roar of King Saul. The prolonged days of silence disturbed me. He withdrew into a world without memories or language. My whispers were like stones skipping across the surface of a lake. The brief ripples of aware…
Theodore McDowell
Annelise Lords
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I go there too. But I find my way back to me.
Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635
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