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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
Fingers
Breeze
Across
Cheeks
Delicate
Murmured
Cold
Soft
Catches
Hear
Branches
Gems
Prayer
Gentle
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Leaves
Bend
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You evah hear of a magic screw?' I cough back a laugh. 'No. No, sir.
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Centuries of fighting, and for what? I say. Today it ends. I can't live in fear any longer. I've cursed this power. I've both enjoyed and misused it. And I've hidden it away. Now I must try to wield it correctly, to marry it to a purpose and hope that is enough.
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