Measure for Measure, Orientation 2018

Start Family Strange thing. To make another person, With another person. Strange thing. To be half of one person And half of another — So that it might seem, All the good that lives in you Is a breathing monument of them. And all that feels Wrong Is an accident of natural dangers Like the graze on your pillow palms When you Tripped And fell, Five years old. Strange thing. To have a slice of yourself Walking up your stairs And through your kitchen Like a most oblivious Home invasion. The only risk is that They gain an Understanding Like this One.

— Frank Baring

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