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Peace

I must remember the power of the voice. It has healing power, when you close your eyes and hear the voice arching across the ceiling, reaching, stretching, flying. I fly when I sing. I slip into the words, the notes, the melody - fluid, free. I forget pain, can forget it far below. It strengthens my inner shield. I am calm, feeling the rise and fall of notes, of words, of words that don't matter because of the notes they follow.

More succintly: There is solace in song.

Remember it, Owl.

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