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Joan Joan Joan they always called me Joan like it was their decision what I was. Why did they make it theirs? It should be my decision, should it not? It begins with your parents of course, because you cannot decide when you are born. But as you grow you can stay as they named you, or branch out. In my experience, I was branched out for me. I did not choose this. But now I choose to remain Lavannah. Moon. Dark. Mysterious. Me.
Like Peter. Petrus. Stone. Louise's stone. Did you know you were, Peter? She named you that and you chose to stay as she named you. So many people's stone. Big shiny magnety stone. Not Father or John or Felix for luck. No. You are the building block. Such a name is powerful.
And David. Beloved. And Mary. The perfect one. What a team we make. Shiny.
And we can do without Joan. That's not me anymore, huddled in a corner with nothing to say nothing to say. Joan can stay there.
I am Lavannah.
Like Peter. Petrus. Stone. Louise's stone. Did you know you were, Peter? She named you that and you chose to stay as she named you. So many people's stone. Big shiny magnety stone. Not Father or John or Felix for luck. No. You are the building block. Such a name is powerful.
And David. Beloved. And Mary. The perfect one. What a team we make. Shiny.
And we can do without Joan. That's not me anymore, huddled in a corner with nothing to say nothing to say. Joan can stay there.
I am Lavannah.