"He calls to us on a new spring day, or on a tawny autumn afternoon with a voice so sorrowful, so sweet, that everything hushes, only briefly, until the wind rises and the leaves start dancing as He sweeps us off our feet. Is that alluring enough, I wonder again, for a young woman to be willing to give up her pitiful lovers and to hope?"
~from "Unseduced and Unshaken" by: Rosalie De Rosset
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