| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - He would heard some 'a these stories before, 'a course, but he would never heard 'em the way she told 'em, her voice flowing over him like a benediction.And when their talk was done and the shadows that had kept him from sleeping were less, he would stumble to his bunk and fall into a deep sleep, dreaming of nothing except the sound of her voice and the warmth of her smile.He hadn't kissed her again, but
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