i have a journal covered with snakeskin.. when you release cover, the pages open to a bald eagle from a funeral note and an entry roughly dated wednesday, october 24, 2007:
i suppose it dawned on me today the reason why he is so natural with his youngest child is because there were three more before her. actually four if you count Nirena as well.
so when i went to the kabonay in the hopes his house door, the front door would be open and i could tell him the moringa and acina and acacia were growing well. it wasn't. so i again went anyhow. and then, just as i passed the house and looked in because Adalaïde was visiting then continued past the kitchen area there he was. saying hello again to me. we passed and i turned around to tell him the good news. he said he already knew. i asked if Adalaïde told him but he said that each morning he looks. each morning. this morning he looked and each morning he looks.
each morning he said again, and a few times again stressing the fact. making it clear that each morning he looks in.
i understand 'each morning'.
i know what it is you are telling me.
so you saw the moringa before i ever saw it myself.
you saw the acacia, too.
and before Adalaïde and Andrea as well because i had to tell them. i had to call them over but he already knew.
each morning he looks.
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building the house of the already dead
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