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"Pick a palm full of peas every other morning." Who else gives you a feast of p's like Nicole P. Parsons? No one! '-) This sings with every calibre of p, but what I really want to say is, what a beautiful marriage of music and word. The original score is jaw dropping! Once again I find myself so moved, deep down. Thank you, Nicole.

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This was an absolute reprieve. I was completely wrapped up in the music of it all. To find a score that would actually match the sacred pace of your words seemed unlikely and yet somehow your friend and collaborator has done it! Beautifully done to you, what an absolute enveloping experience that listen was! I love you.

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Congratulations on the wonderful news of Image Journal publishing your essay! That is truly spectacular, and we celebrate with you! And, the glory of Ryan K's musical accompaniment leaves us wanting more!

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You have a gift for allowing your readers to access the universal through the particular and personal, Nicole. Thank you for this today :)

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What a fantastic essay - and the enjoyment was heightened by the musical score. Congrats, Nicole, on this publication!

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Congratulations! Ah yes, too hot, too cold: an exposed patch of life - we have no guarantee as we move through our longest days. XO

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"the painters singing, making up lyrics, laughing, the songs bouncing off the steeple. . ." "don't tell me what I want, we are long past that. . . " Imagery and theology that wormed through my skin from old memories and the daily struggle with prayer. Thank you and congratulations.

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This is beautiful, Nicole. Transcendent. Loved every minute.

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