“ I find her the moment I’m not thinking of her, when I’m occupied with ordinary chores. Plaid dress, princess collar, brown clip biting her hair. I lift her up, hold her on my hip and say, they are not here now and cannot hurt you, and I carry her into the light where we can have a look at each other, girl and woman, ourselves in the face of the other. We are in this together. I tell her, see the rain on the window — how it carries your sorrow, how those leaves in the yard have... laid their thin bones down — I place words in our shoes, and we go walking. Silence. Mouth. Rescue. Heart. Broken. Mend.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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