Her birthday is today. Twenty-four. She's the reason I went to church yesterday. She and the rest of the choir were singing their light into the darkness.
I didn't believe the priest and his radio presenter's voice reading the scriptures. And the enormous pipe organ was both overstated and annoying.
But I believed the music that came forth from the choir. Those individual voices singing together. Her voice. I always hear it in the mix. I've been listening for it since she was six.
Beyond talent and technique - her voice, her music - from somewhere deep within her. The source. It's always been there.
That's what I believe in. That's what saves me.
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