This was the night she got sick...and at the doctor's office...the doctor gave her a pirate doll..all the kids got to write on it, to take their minds off the doctor...
Not flesh of my flesh Nor bone of my bone, But still miraculosly My own. Never forget For a single minute: You didn't grow under my heart But in it. Fleur Conkling Heyliger
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