The Language of Love

Sunday, March 11th, 2007

Wally Rorschach fell in love in English. His wife fell in love in Spanish. They never really reconciled the linguistics of love. Nevertheless, they were able to raise two children. In English.

He remembers the land of Benito Juarez, Oaxaca. She did too, but was consoled by southern New Mexico, then struck dumb by the Connecticut River. They met at the south side of Monte Alban, Zapotec country.

“She once said that you should wish to stay at night there and listen for the age of the wind. How things go. You can see for miles there,” Wally said.

Swellman closed his eyes.


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