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"The infant drew their souls in like moths to a flame. It captivated with its quiet; it beckoned with its shallow breaths, soft and simple, like the raising and lowering of a monarch’s wings at the end of a long migration. And it was a migration. God had come south to stay, down from the unsearchable northern Alps of divinity."
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