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The soul heard a rhythm, a swishing that held an echo of a universal sound. It sensed it was inside another soul. Delicate and new, it twitched and stretched in its form and felt the body it was in adjust itself to her movements.
In darkness and warmth time passed
Among all the sounds that became familiar, one constant voice held the deepest feeling of presence. A familiarity more true than time. She understood her laughter and felt soft joy, she heard her cry and felt an ache, when anxiety awakened, the soul felt its own pulse pick up speed. Sometimes the mother would hum and the soul would feel her own heartbeat slow as she drifted off in a deep rest. The soul listened daily through sleep and wake, for an eternity of its own, until one day the comfortable space she had become so familiar with had become too small.
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