I’m listening for a whisper.
I listen in the winds. I listen in the stillness. I listen in the chaos. I listen in the peacefulness.
Where are You?
Where are You when the bodies of infants are pulled from the waste ponds?
I know You are here. I know You are. I am listening. I am trying to hear. I know You can ask the same of me, where am I? What am I doing? Am I helping?
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