Will Harrison

Her skin seemed to throw heat.

Everything about her was a round and welcoming curve.

She would raise her daughter marsupial style, keeping her skin to skin so that the child's heart and mind would develop beyond all measure.

That child would become extremely famous, and the mother, along with her wide-eyed partner, would be there in the back corner of every photograph.

She would die at age 93 in a big brass bed dragged to the window of a wooden cabin on the coast, squeezing her great-granddaughter's hand and talking about the essential connection between plants and sand, bees and the blossoms, lovers and their mates.

Thank you so much.

I really appreciate you taking me through this.

Will I see you then on Thursday?