Refuge Exhibit

There is a poignant ache when we see sleeping children. An urge to protect
their vulnerability. In some cultures it’s a sin to wake sleeping children,
because sleep is a sacred time to replenish and rejuvenate. It’s as if a loved
one were lightly touching the underside of your arm, or a hollow in your
neck, or the curve of your cheekbone: that much tenderness.

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