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“Come closer, my darling; there’s but little time between us, and my voice is a fading star. Lean across these covers to take my hand and feel my breath about your ear, like before. Do you remember the hour you gave me this voice — your voice, darling — how for years I hardly used it for fear of poisoning your generosity? Your muteness at my expense…it breaks the whole of me, darling, maddens me, even now, not knowing what your voice might shout inside my throat!”

grh

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