Day 69

Years have passed and the words you say are not the words you mean but rather the words you read on the information panels in the museum you work in, on the script they gave you once. You tell me about foundlings, what it meant to be abandoned, be the abandoner, to house the abandoned. A mother was so poor that she could only offer a brazil nut shell as a farewell gift, a painter turned to religion, an artist lost her child, I am not the only person who can talk too much. These are things I learn today.

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