Trying to describe the singing of unicorns raised in chorus is much like the dilemma of trying to describe what a kiwi tastes like. They don't so much use sound as they do feeling — there's a whole set of memories and mental images that accompany every note. Chances are, you've already heard a unicorn sing and didn't even know it. I came across a group and listened as they sang a private concert. They moved closer and closer to me, until one of the unicorns sang a low melody and indicated that I should repeat it. I started to panic, thinking, I'm a human girl, what could I possibly know to sing about with them? but the melody led me back into the most basic feelings all creatures share; of pain and security and hope and love, and of the patterns carried within me of my parents and their parents before — and then, suddenly, I knew my own melody and sang along.
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