Why I collect stories
October 12, 2013
Listen.
Do you hear my voice?
It is in my eyes, for I do not yet speak.
Call.
Do you know my name?
It is written in the depth of my being.
Invite.
Are you willing to hold space for me?
If you do, I have treasures to share.
Thank you.
I have spoken. I am seen. Now I remember.
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