Somtimes, in the quiet, you can actually hear her heart beating. Sometimes, the sound can even break through the delirium of the day.
It’s always the same: swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. And those sweet, barely perceptible breaths! Lungs expanding, mind awakening, body growing.
From a seed implanted, to a life imparted, to a force now fully embraced.
(And clearly one with which to be reckoned).
This, my connection to forever.
Sleep my child.
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