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Sep 2018
Lately
he will simply sit enclosed
focused on another world
somewhere he feels more at home
with a script he and his can own

Later
he will emerge,
shifting focus,
slowly taking notice
adjusting to a slower gravity
reverting to a lesser fluency
but no less forthright
not giving his words away
without a fight
and so we fight.
Speaking as a father of a boy with his boyness turned up to 11 with a little exaggeration.  We never really fought.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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