Point

Grazing my knee and livestock, because a sigh travels further than a shout. It has been rehearsed to the point of that’s the way I am, or that’s the way it is, measured by the interval not the distance. And in the same field the leaves kept the children safe. The field of view, the field of routine, the grain of reprieve. As he is said to have said, the only thing we are ever dealing with is a thought. Even the wildflowers are sensible. All of it composed of relationships, between you and the leaves, between you and. At this point in the story, I forgive you for not being the way I wanted you to be.