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A 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 Bray

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Lows
Trails
Fingers
Breeze
Across
Cheeks
Cold
Delicate
Murmured
Hear
Soft
Catches
Prayer
Branches
Gems
Gentle
Trail
Leaves
Bend

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