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The grace and detachment of her gestures—observing someone wordlessly or giving a curt response and then looking away—only enveloped her beauty in dignity.
Her voice was like trickling water or the song of a bird. Things barely heard, like a gentle breeze that grazes your ear, a sound so lovely it could cut your heart, a sound that faded the more you strained to hear it.
