heard but not seen
Reblogged by request - here you go, anon.
Originally posted 09 Sept, 2010.
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My office has a balcony over a public space. It is a beautiful fall day, so I have my sliding door open to catch autumn while I can. I hear people chat as they walk through the courtyard.
This morning, I heard a single, strong voice state emphatically:
“But I never knew love growing up. I mean, like NEVER. Do you have any idea what that is like? What it does to a person?”
There was no reply, so I can only imagine the person was on the telephone.
I resisted the urge to go on the balcony to see who it was. I think it is better that way. Because today, I have been looking at people and wondering how well they have been loved.
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Sept. 1938. Osage West Virginia. “Mining town. Coming home from school.” Marion Post Wolcott.
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