Evabird, we're at a little French cafe, and the wind is wild outside, and I've been telling you about all the things I love less than you: croissants and stars, long drives and new blooms, blue fish and dark skies, travel and sunshine and sweet, sweet sleep; all the things I've always loved most in the world...until I had you, until I understood something entirely new about love. I am a happy mother, indeed, little one. Little plum, little bird, thank you for changing my world.
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