One night over the phone, she taught me the Hail, Holy Queen. Between the life, sweetness, and hope and the mourning and weeping, I hadn't heard such pathos packed into so small a space outside of those teen car-crash fatality songs they play on the oldies stations. I cried, and she waited patiently until I finished.
Max Lindenman, An Israelite Without Guile
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