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  • 6/4/2025
1939, in the Midwest: an impeded author, her pulp-writer husband and their pious maid. A spellbinding plunge into their | dG1fVlhhT1FXYjhhN2M
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00:00When I was young, my father used to tell me a story.
00:20He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
00:25If she merely left, then where did she go?
00:28I will say of the Lord, he is my refuge and my court, my God.
00:31And I couldn't imagine her living in the woods all along.
00:34I knew it was nothing more than a story, something he murmured to still my restless sleep.
00:40Yet it clung to my mind, penetrated deep into my spirit.
00:46And when I was alone, I would think of it all again.
00:50Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness, nor for the destruction that wastes that noontay.
00:55The story was called, The Girl Who Was Not.
01:00It went something like this.
01:01The Girl Who Was Not
01:03The Girl Who Was Not
01:04Transcription by CastingWords

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