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"As a child, the only part of church that I enjoyed was the part where we took our red, satin-covered hymnals from the backs of the pews and sang, stood and sang in exalted and glorious four part harmonies. I loved to sing and was unselfconscious about it then, and although I didn’t believe in god, I believed that perhaps this was what people meant when they spoke about god: this raising of voices, this triumphant and joyful melody. This ecstasy of noise."

— Amber Sparks, “Seeking Grace In Strange Places”