steadily treading the round and round here

learned, yet again, something new about patience when a young gazelle of a woman breathed slowly and tumbled her son into my crouched hands

took my sea-pebble faced babe over the churning unseen expanse to both meet and farewell his great-grandfather – and in doing so taste the fruit of the family tree

cooked, ate, sang, talked into the night

quietly moving from one goodness to the next

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