My daughter speaks with this archangel. I listen and find her in the blush of early adolescence – not yet removed into the silence of the chrysalis, self-assured as long as the topic is not too dear. She also looks for an ally in her quest to be permitted tools to seek out friends apart from family.

Ah my daughter, you inherit my Achilles heel, the one which broke much of the silence of Lynn. You speak when spoken to…and when not.



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