Children tonight, teeth scrubbed and faces washed, asked me to sing to them as they drifted, and so I did. Songs about sunshine and about pineapples and about the land of sleep and snoozy worlds. I sang and left them pretending to doze. Even now I can hear their laughing, arpeggios of little boy voices, trying hard to stay awake.
Love is so much like a light no matter how armored one’s heart, that even the tiniest little crack will let the emotion break through and render you helpless in its arm, yourself like a child.

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