Chapter 7
| The Story | The Authors |
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| And as she sang, notes as dulcet as dew-kissed honey dripping from the hive, the audience was swept along as wave after wave of magnificence washed over them. Every man and woman closed there eyes and sunk into a smiling reverie, as her song brought them back to memories of sunny, flower-filled meadows, the scent of lilac, lavender, and jonquil wafting along in the breeze. Debbie could feel their joy, revelling in their love and peace; and this only urged her on to new vocal heights, daring to sing with a power and range that threatened to shake her vocal chords apart. Yet on she sang. Yes, she thought, this is the moment I've always dreamed of, when my spirit has become my song. When she could hold the world in the embrace of her music. When the love that filled her soul could find release and nestle gently in the tender hearts that she so longed to touch. When--"Mommy! Look!" piped a small voice from the audience, "The flying lady isn't wearing any underwear!" | |
| and... and... she isn't a lady! |
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