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choosing the hands that catch you- as you slip out the womb-world is way beyond the control of all babies. The best one could hope for is warm rather than cold.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
was your midwife warm hearted
choosing the hands that catch you- as you slip out the womb-world is way beyond the control of all babies. The best one could hope for is warm rather than cold.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
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