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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
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Texas
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