Why I collect stories

October 12, 2013

Do you hear my voice?
It is in my eyes, for I do not yet speak.

Do you know my name?
It is written in the depth of my being.

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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