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In the whisper of a child's laugh or the fleeting glisten of rain on concrete, accident births lines we never intended to write -- tying threads of belong with the throat of rhythm we've yet to eavesdrop. - Nella Gray In the whisper of a child's laugh or the fleeting glisten of rain on concrete, accident births lines we never intended to write -- tying threads of belong with the throat of rhythm we've yet to eavesdrop. - Nella Gray In the whisper of a child's laugh or the fleeting glisten of rain on concrete, accident births lines we never intended to write -- tying threads of belong with the throat of rhythm we've yet to eavesdrop. - Nella Gray