Enlightened Librarian: The Ewan files 5

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The Ewan files 5 · May 6, 09:53 PM

Almost three months. His smiles are wired in, and he’s nearly reached a coordinated laugh.

He is a tiny engine of desire and absorption. His ribs feel like the bones of a large bird. He can be coy, and he can thrash and be lost. He has begun to shed the clothes of his younger self. I wonder if, like mine did, his legs hurt when he grows.

When he was born he already yawned like an old man. He used to have perpetual hiccups, and now he speaks in Finnish vowels. Give and take, give and take. These are the early patterns issuing like thrumming radio frequencies from the deepest rock of his life. The unknowable core.

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