Flew the red-eye back in the wee-hours of full-moon Tuesday and am feeling only half awake but wildly wired. The sky seems sloppy, all blurred at its rough blue edges. It is Week 29: my hair still smells of Monday's fire; the baby now weighs almost three pounds; she has just begun to dream.
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Wouldn't it be lovely to know what those dreams are... her little life so pure and innocent.. no influence but that of her loving parents songs and sweet whispers.
Love,
hol
oh, i am the only person on this earth to be with child! god bless you nicole, just maybe your unborn can save this world!
b-day gift and card on the way...three parts in the box...sorry about the duct tape...
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