🌱 2022-07-24

Sometimes when singing to K. a song comes from the deep recesses of the mind. Like waterfalls falling from fissures in the brain. Washing over this tiny baby I am holding in my hands.

Lulling him to sleep.

A song that pulls at a feeling that many others have felt across centuries. A thread woven into the very fabric of our existence.

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