We are walking in the neighbourhood. A borewell is being dug with all the roar, rattle, dust and earth tremble. we pass some dogs. Celia asks them if they would like some biscuits. "Not now" say the dogs. "But it would be great if you could turn off the sound." We assure them that it would be turned off before the big dark aka night.
Sometimes we cannot turn off the pain. But we can give the assurance that the peace will return.
It is a 'No Gift". Sometimes that's all we have to give one another.
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