Canyon resident reports birth, David, and splitting visions

Neville reads out a letter he had waited for since 15 December, from a woman living in a rustic canyon, recounting three visions: the infant in swaddling clothes placed in her arms by her long-unseen brothers and her landlord at 3:30 a.m.; five months later the blond, blue-eyed youth David walking out of the canyons toward the sea; and four months after that, at 3:30 a.m., an earthquake and bomb splitting her being from top to bottom - she now awaits the descent of the dove.