Virgo 28. A baby experiments with different sounds its mouth can make.
TITLE: STRIVING TO COMMUNICATE SO THAT ONE CAN GIVE VOICE TO AND HENCE BE LIBERATED FROM THE PAST
Some of the sounds were the blue of young skies, others the pink of dawn, or the yellow of baby chicks. In the morning of words the vowels glowed with pleasure and wonder, even the sad ones were clear as water trickling over glass. The consonants shyly apppeared, like flower buds. Noises, the prima materia of random sound in which swam the wiggling, squirming seeds of all stories, happy to be alive.