Toddlers attending the day care center in the church basement stop crying and wide-eyed, The singers are oblivious to the effect, they are sailing on their ocean of sound. They are making a sound so exquisite the pastor in his office pauses, resting his hands on his cluttered desk. To form a circle in the wood-paneled room. Leave their boots in a long line on the metal grate, and pad, barefoot, The bitter air clings to them, painting their cheeks and They arrive from their separate directions in their flannel shirts, their yoga pants, their long underwear. Meeting once a week in the church’s dining room spirits hover aboveĭrinking the sound like a marvelous wine from a fine-stemmed goblet. In rounds, in layers, making fertile harmonies. They sing together, this random gathering of women,
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