Julia got closer. The man called Sealey was talking to Gaia, with large gestures of his open hands. His eyes were bright and his voice deep.
When she sang, with her broken, raspy voice, everyone sang along and the building trembled. She laughed and cried that night and disappeared on a boat and was never seen again on the island.
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