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waterpuller’s light #21: special day one new year reading
19 september 2020
Sarah was seen in the way of All’s primordial pinky swear, All’s once-words for Sarah manifested in mirroring choreography. All wrote the sky of which Sarah and Abraham danced a child. Abraham exclaimed, “Isaac!” and there was no debate. Isaac was slightly reshaped by Abraham, on the day after the first seven, per All’s perfect timer.
Isaac was to Abraham a congratulatory heaven plop on behalf of his one-hundredth circling. Sarah squealed an unending, unabashed, highly infectious laughter, a postprayer kiss blown to All. Sarah knew that what came of her flirtation with All was not foreseen by any. Many gathered in a celebratory feeding when Isaac could finally chew.
“Grace your hand with the direction of your young, for of them more will come.” All showed Hagar where their water gathered, and she guided a portion to her young’s mouth. And so All was forever with Hagar’s child. All saw the boy through all his phases— as a wilderness dweller in Paran, as an archer, and as someone in love.