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June 29, 2009

Tiny sinewy arms wrap around my neck and scruffy boy hair rubs my cheek, our feet intertwined his toe taps mine annoyingly. That boy, that boy I made out of thin air inside my stomach, knitted together legs, arms, eyes, lips, lungs, spleen and fingers that hold my hand tightly and sweatily, just like his father. Nuzzling my neck he kisses me and presses his tiny body to mine absorbed in the movie but pausing to love on me, smelling my neck, kissing my cheek.

I still don’t understand how something so terrifying and complex can be so heavenly.

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