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And it seemed to her that beyond the walls of the church she could hear all the birds in the valley singing, and the flowers singing, and the sheep and deer and rabbits singing in the park and woods and fields, and up on the slopes of the great hills. And somewhere the waves of the sea were rolling in to the bay and crying Amen as they broke upon the shore. – The Little White Horse by Elizabeth Goudge

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