“Water, wind, and birdsong were the echoes in
this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that
was surging around the world.
Knee-deep in grasses and moon daisies,
Stella stood and listened, swaying a little as the
flowers and trees were swaying, her spirit voice singing loudly,
though her lips were still, and every pulse in
her body beating its hammer strokes in time to the song.”
~ Elizabeth Goudge, Gentian Hill
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