i have no clue what i am to do in this phase, but i know what he is to begin. and i want to pluck wings off some magnificent bird and bestow them on his rumpled dreams. don’t give up – i say – i can see the start. but he collapses within sight. what to do? what to do? talent ticking away with its head tucked into my lap. tug of the arm met with some resistance. walk away, so god can step in. kiss of the cheek and i depart.
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