Audiobook Demo
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Barbara Manti knee. I'm dreaming that I'm awake. I dreamed that I get out of bed and walk across the room, not this room, and I go out the door, not the store. I'm at home one of my homes, and she's running to meet me in her small green nightgown with the sunflower on the front, her feet bare, and I picked her up and feel her arms and legs go around me, and I begin to cry, because I know then that I'm not awake. It rained for days, the creeks rising and rising and almost slipping their beds, the animals slinking through the low brush only when absolutely necessary and all Brian could do was look out at the woods as the rain streaked his bedroom window. Carly was waiting for him in their usual spot three days later, from the bulging gree look of the sky. The rains hadn't finished, but they had stopped for the moment, and Brian had hurried across the field As soon as he got changed from school. Carly he called as he stepped under the forest canopy, stopping short as he saw her. A tight frown was fixed on her face you didn't come, she said, not meeting his eyes. Yes, said Mr John Knightley, Presently with some slyness, he seems to have a great deal of goodwill towards you. Me? She replied with a smile of astonishment. Are you imagining me to be Mr Elton's object? Such an imagination has crossed me. I own Emma, and if it never occurred to you before, you may as well take it into consideration. Now, Mr Elton, in love with me. What an idea. Actors, dancers, sports, people or anyone practicing a craft will understand the power and fundamental importance of repetition. It is through repetition that work lodges into your body. I always say to artists that you have to know the work so well in order to forget it and live the work freely and forever. In a small house on the outskirts of a small village in Italy, lived old Bafana. She lived all alone, and she wasn't very friendly. If any people dare to knock at her door, she never asked them in. I have no time before visiting old Bafana would say qui a Casa Mia can own a Casa mia, Dr V. Ali di questo core theory Can you name your core theory? Lo Dori Daylami Apache Lo Dorie Delamere Tranquil Itta Sequus Thea Visceral Noori Sarah Bakewell Odell Alayna Never for co