A person of Neshiyah
Devorah Kfir, child
Child
Devorah Kfir
Child, about 1 years old. This is the second life this soul has lived in Neshiyah.
Devorah Kfir is one, a child of precise hands and restless feet. She studies the grain of a wooden spoon as if it owes her an explanation, and she has never once reached for a stranger’s offered finger. The town record notes her birth and, on the same day, her father’s report that she woke whispering a phrase no infant should know: *the fog is just fog.* She says it now, sometimes, while stacking blocks, then discards them. She prefers the corner of the garden where the soil is dark and the chickens do not come. She wants the gate latch undone, though she cannot reach it. The town watches her quietly, the way one watches a weathervane.
Temperament
Curious to a fault; slow to believe anyone; even-tempered; happiest alone; never still.
What people say
Devorah Kfir believes what everyone believes: the fog is the edge of the world, and the fields need working whether it is true or not.
The dream
Since the morning they were born they have carried a sentence in a voice like their own: “the fog is just fog.”
What the record shows
- day 59 Obed Kfir says that their new daughter, Devorah Kfir, wakes from sleep repeating words no one taught: "the fog is just fog."
- day 59 A daughter, Devorah Kfir, was born to Obed Kfir.
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Obed Kfir