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Libba BrayWe have traveled through space and time. We have been many places. Visited many worlds. And there is good news: the acoustics everywhere are terrific.
Libba BrayA gentle breeze catches in the branches then and I hear it, soft and low, a murmured prayer--Gem-ma, Gem-ma--and then the leaves bend down and trail delicate fingers across my cold cheeks.
Libba BrayPeace is not happenstance. It is a living fire that must be fed constantly. It must be tended to with vigilance, else it dies out.
Libba Bray