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This music ebbs and flows, irregular, sad. It reminds me, weirdly, of watching the ocean during a bad storm, the lashing, crashing waves and the spray of sea foam against the docks; the way it takes your breath away, the power and the hugeness of it.That__ exactly what happens as I listen to the music, as I come up over the final crest of hill, and the half-ruined barn and collapsing farmhouse fan out in front of me, just as the music swells, a wave about to break: The breath leaves my body all at once, and I__ struck dumb by the beauty of it. For a second it seems to me like I really am looking down at the ocean__ sea of people, writhing and dancing in the light spilling down from the barn like shadows twisting up around a flame.
Lauren Oliver Delirium
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This music ebbs and flows, irregular, sad. It reminds me, weirdly, of watching the ocean during a bad storm, the lashing, crashing waves and the spray of sea foam against the docks; the way it takes your breath away, the power and the hugeness of it.That__ exactly what happens as I listen to the music, as I come up over the final crest of hill, and the half-ruined barn and collapsing farmhouse fan out in front of me, just as the music swells, a wave about to break: The breath leaves my body all at once, and I__ struck dumb by the beauty of it. For a second it seems to me like I really am looking down at the ocean__ sea of people, writhing and dancing in the light spilling down from the barn like shadows twisting up around a flame.

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