This child asks
Conversation, indeed meeting, is a creation of we two persons, two complexities. It might even be a child of us. We must, we must, make stunned silences in our child’s presence. Our child is not a thing shouted into a barren land, but nevertheless its voice echoes back: its echoes are returning as whimpers and whispers. This child tries out its limbs, it cries out, it is demanding, for it has something to give, we have something to receive. This child asks to be lived with.
:- Doug.
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