His voice touches me

 

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His voice touches places inside me like someone moving through a house, flicking light switches. … And even if it was dark and there was shellfire or an arctic gale blowing, I’d still be able to understand him, because our thoughts nestle against each other, like pigeons on a wire. –Geraldine McCaughrean, The White Darkness

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