Teacher Taught
Some days she looks and in her mind she names them. You are Grace and you are Willing Laughter. All day they are their names. But other days she names them Rain or Restless Crying, and they echo their naming. As she watches, she sees them naming her. And all day the name, the name rings in her hands, her voice, her eyes.
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