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The vivid sun spoke to her gently, quietly, in the silence of her solitude. When she was alone. He was beginning to speak to her too, delicate whispers that rode on the wind, sometimes fooling her for the buzzing of her erratic mind. She knew they were His words though, finally breaking the mask of silence that had kept them separated in whatever vocal space they should have shared. He was here. His words seemed like that of the sun’s, and she realized, it was through He that the sun should speak to her now. He was the vessel.