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03-22-2012, 11:17 AM
Ash began to sing in her native tongue, the words of which sounded like the sighing of the wind through the tree and the burbling of streams, and, yet, she put them to notes. Her singing had the purity of birds, and the fierce joy of a tigress.
She skipped and twirled as she sang, making her voluminous skirts swish about her.
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