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I saw the first calf being born how the cow licked its forehead its eyes its legs I watched it have trouble standing up then walk better and better in search of the stable door and licking my dad's hand on the threshold I saw all this when I was a child and father did not know why I was crying but I caught a glimpse of it (I only tell you now, daddy) in the blade of the knife you used to cut the umbilical cord and as it flowed the blood knew it would be touching that blade one last time
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
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I saw the first calf being born how the cow licked its forehead its eyes its legs I watched it have trouble standing up then walk better and better in search of the stable door and licking my dad's hand on the threshold I saw all this when I was a child and father did not know why I was crying but I caught a glimpse of it (I only tell you now, daddy) in the blade of the knife you used to cut the umbilical cord and as it flowed the blood knew it would be touching that blade one last time
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
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