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[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

Who: Kururu, Zero, other passers by
Where: Delpavo garden
When: Day 141, late afternoon
What: Plant tending

[Down on her knees, planting some berry seeds in dark black soil, a Pavo is singing softly to herself, the English words tinged slightly with the accent of her native tongue.]

For look, I open the door of victory for you . . . ♪

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[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

[Her notes are true; she's a practiced soprano, if not quite a professional one.]

Look at the birds; your Father in Heaven takes care of them.
Look at the wildflowers grow . . . ♫

[rocksecution.insanejournal.com]

[gives it a few more moments before commenting]

You sing very well.

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

. . . it was an important thing, in my memories.

[rocksecution.insanejournal.com]

Ah, really?

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

Mm. For prayer, and praise . . . and for saying things we can't say with words.

[rocksecution.insanejournal.com]

Mmm. Music is good like that, I think. A lot of it is about feeling.

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

You remember music too, don't you?

[rocksecution.insanejournal.com]

I do. I think what I do is very different from what you were singing... but I've worked with someone who was similar.

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

There aren't many people who use music like we do.

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

That person . . . they didn't have hair like a shellfish, did they?

[rocksecution.insanejournal.com]

I don't think so. It was hard to see her, during the performance, but I think it was more loosely bound over her shoulders. She has a slower way of singing than I do.