gratias tibi

Grasping her outstretched hands
Tiny fingers palm to palm
I looked deeply into her eyes
& was graced by the light
I gave her five languages
Two words each
Starting with one
Six-thousand years ago

Miles only matter
When you’re measuring
Rolling a circle across the ground
Pacing out from the four corners
Together in agreement

There is work still to do

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