1. Passing Through
Because she's always on her way in, or
on her way out – that's why. Because I'm the mom – that's why.
Did you expect me not to? She will not even see me. It's just a
little sprinkle. She's too old to need my help and besides – I
don't want to interrupt. And when she's out again, out in the woods
this time, out in a known unknown to supervise the times of others
coming after her this time … this time, the sprinkling waters small
spring plantings. The roots are deep enough. There is no flood.
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