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"Thoval?" Light was just dawning, but His response was immediate, His "voice" warm in Her mind. [Yes, child.] "How much time do I have?" He sighed, but did not sidestep the question. [You have until the age of majority as your playmates reckon it, child. By your twentieth birthday, you will be ready to come before the Council. Or you will not.] She paused, then, counting in Her head. "How old am I now?" [Twelve. You have time yet.] She sighed. Suddenly, it did not seem like a lot of time. Thoval, catching that thought, chuckled softly. [And that is progress, too. It will be all right, child.] She nodded silently. It would. It had to be. ( Godseed )

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( surprised? )

Nah... me neither.

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... if this is not the whiniest song in existence, that's only because Tammy Wynette grew up to sing instead of staying at home and raising parakeets.

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A song I do love... more now than ever because it's become a theme song in my mind for my never-boring relationship with someone who's going to be a part of me until they dspose of my corpse. And yes, I am on a music kick and even a bit of an oldies kick today... some of the songs I'm listening to, my sibs aren't even expected to know because they were so much before their (our) time. But that's what happens when you grow up with a mother who had the best singing voice I'd ever heard before she took up smoking a pack-and-a-half a day. This isn't one of the old ones, but it's amazing anyway.

( Lyrics here. )

I have to.

Beth says: ...to believe is to manifest, and in spite of all we must grieve, there is incredible hope and beauty in life.

Life gives us magic
And life brings us tragedy
Everyone suffers some loss
Still we have faith in it
Childlike hope
There's a reason that outweighs the cost

And gravity throws all these rules in our way
And sometimes the spirit refuses to play

Only the ones who believe
Ever see what they dream
Ever dream what comes true

-- The Color of Roses.

Dancer to the Drum - Beth Nielsen Chapman

Fast asleep in the dawn of ages
The soul of every child
Has waited to be born a stranger
Underneath the drum of his mother's heart

Lying deep in a dream of darkness
Where fear has never gone
Each spark of a life is started
Blind and pure to the world we come
Blind and pure to the world we come

Each of us a dancer to the drum
Each of us a dancer to the drum
Blind and pure we come

One is born into a life of hunger
One will be a king or a rich man's son
One will kill out of greed or anger
One will give his life for another one

There are smiles in the lies of innocence
There are blooms in the walls of stone
And we will see ourselves
In the eyes of everyone we have ever known
Everyone we have ever known

And the heart, the heart will ever be a witness
And precious time, no treasure is worth
And the child, the child will carry our existence
Through the days that we have on earth

Each of us a dancer to the drum
Each of us a dancer to the drum
Blind and pure we come

Fast asleep in the dawn of ages
The soul of every child
Has waited to be born a stranger
Underneath the drum of his mother's heart