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Right there in the middle of the empty graveyard on a Tuesday morning in June, she starts to sing. Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me . . . Her voice floats up, up into the blue sky, strong and true. I join in with harmony on the next lines. I once was lost, but now am found Was blind, but now I see. And then Elle, who has seldom been to a church but has managed to learn this song somewhere, somehow, despite all that, joins in.
Whisper Me This
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