Her song’s barely a #melody, whispered words lingering with the ghosts of notes, but I hear it clearly, echoing in my memories. Arias soaked my childhood, operettas and oratorios resounding off walls meant to deaden not glorify.
I sing with her, as the curtain falls.
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