My name is Podrick Otuma and I love it when friends of mine have babies.

I always find myself talking in Irish to babies regularly with a newborn in my arms.

I'm from a big family too, so there was always lots of babies around.

I've heard myself almost without meaning to saying something like Falsicikadhi on Daun Mourist thought,

welcome to the big world, darling.

Wanting to say something of great love,

wanting to say something that holds excitement,

and wanting to say something that also knows everything we don't know,

or knows that we don't know things. The big world.

All the ways within which the world can unfold in a day, in a year, in a lifetime.

Falshikadian, Thalmour's thought.

Welcome to the big world.

Theologies for Cora by Dante Michaud.

One, from locusts and wild honey.

On a lesser diet than that of the wretched rests a prophecy.

Some of us come to prepare. I stood before my God at a foreign altar and promised to guide you, me with my heretic theology. I practiced the

ways passed to me by descendants of followers of a wild man, followers in the

desert downwind of his musk, listening to him confess himself unfit to loose latchets

on shoes.

They believed his words wholly, ignored bits of insect wing in his beard, and then he told them of a dove that

no one else could see. I have learned to retain my head while speaking truth.

2. Write of the baptism of children.

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