MAYA
Born to Die.
Died to Live.
Lived, Died, Lived.
Died to Live.
Lived, Died, Lived.
By WmTell
05/28/14
05/28/14
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4 comments:
May she rest in peace.
The sadness is different because Maya Angelou is that unique. Her voice and heart can speak to one's spirit in a language that makes the world feel whole.
Thanks, Maywyn. Yes, her voice was universal and healing in its content.
Speaking of 'voice', I loved the way she spoke, like music. Then I found out she used to sing.
Ididn't know that about het GG. I love her voice as well. Generations will love her voice.
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