Saturday, March 7, 2015


Sofia woke up and came in our room near midnight. I took her back to bed and tucked her in again. "What woke you up?" I asked her.

"I coudn't remember the shape of a butterfly's wing," she said.

"That's what woke you up?"


"Do you remember what did?"

"I was just enjoying the sounds that life was giving me?"

"When you were sleeping?"

"No, when I was lying here listening."

Then she fell back asleep.

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