As the party's winding down, Ms Z pulls me aside and calmly says, "I don't want to die, Papa. Papa, I don't want to die."
Friday, February 26, 2010
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"How rare to be born a human being! Wash him off with cedar-bark and milkweed send the damned doctors home. Baby, baby, noble baby, Noble-hearted baby." --Gary Snyder
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