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a voice

September 4, 2016

a voice holds more stories than a warehouse of photographs

it reveals in its timbre a life story of shades and tacks
and clicks and clacks
like a fingerprint or a snowflake,
a mysterious chamber that
can hardly be conceived
yet is there to be heard

a voice is full of the songs of childhood and
inexperience,
but also the tight pain of their loss

a voice draws, haunts, reminds,
calls back and calls forward,
is not hidden by accent or language,
rather becomes more unmistakably unique
as a record of where it has been,
what it has endured and enjoyed

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