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“
Her quiet sobs were absorbed into the aria of their voices, their protection and love enveloping her pain and carrying her song.
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― Poinsettia Girl: The Story of Agata della Pieta
― Poinsettia Girl: The Story of Agata della Pieta
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As the thick cumulus clouds in the distance parted, a beam of sunlight shed its golden rays upon the valley and onto the tiny telephone poles below.
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― The Arnolfini Art Mysteries
― The Arnolfini Art Mysteries






















