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WHISPERS
She used to come here with her daughter. She laid a blanket on the grass and played with the girl. The little one often fell asleep; the woman nestled around her and whispered words of love.
A young woman sits now at my feet.
She comes here every now and then; she closes her eyes and listens to those whispers again.(The Olive Tree Tales)
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