READ aloud to a child and you become a child, listening to the words as you speak. Who, then, is really doing the reading? Your mother, perhaps, or her father, or his mother. Down, down the generations and over the water and beyond, the words that create and sustain civilizations make their way back into the past. The story you tell and the story of your telling it becomes words spun from sugar — or thin air — into bridges.
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