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Life
Life
The shocking scream and blood of the newborn’s nakedness?
The cold, cringing cry, reaching into the dark for the unknown?
The child weighed and wiped and fed a factory’s formula?
Colicky, incubated, alone
What is this drama of life and how do we make it our own?
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