You speak. You always have spoken. I didn't know that. I used to hear you, and listen, and think that it was someone else speaking. (Maybe God!) I never recognized my own voice. How is that possible? When I hear you now, close & old, I know you. Now I do: My oldest friend, My only own heart. from 'Soft' in My Heart
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