![]() ![]() ![]() She steps back then, out of the frame, but I’m speaking emphatically now-you can see this in my gestures-and she returns, drops the stone into the tub. I hold up a clear piece of quartz to be admired, put it in my mouth, stuff it into one cheek. I’m doing a bit of landscaping, picking up one stone at a time from our gravel driveway, carrying it to a large tin washtub, dropping it in, and going back for the next. We have a home movie taken when I was two years old, the old-fashioned kind with no sound track, and by now the colors have bled out-a white sky, my red sneakers a ghostly pink-but you can still see how much I used to talk. THOSE WHO KNOW ME NOW will be surprised to learn that I was a great talker as a child. ![]()
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