A wonderful short story weaved around a classic poem 😊💛
The world was silent around me. The perfect grace of quiet without remorse. My body was still and my eyes were closed. Someone moved, a soft shuffle of paper on a podium. A woman’s voice cut into the stillness with a gentle precision. She was reading my favorite poem.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
As she spoke, her voice rang out like clear church bells on a Sunday morning, crisp and powerful with her enunciation. I could hear music in her tone, but it filled me with sadness. And yet, I strained…
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