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When I was a little girl, I used to be terrified by electrical storms, and on lonely nights when the sky demonstrated its wrath, I would sing myself to sleep with an old church hymn. And now, nearly a woman -- and still, so ever-aging! -- the fear has changed, but the song remains the same. |
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