I dreamt a few nights ago that I had another baby and was lovingly nursing it. The good part of the dream was that my breasts were replenished to the glory of their youthful state. The excellent part of the dream was that the baby had no particular gender, not even a face, really, it was a blank slate and as I nurtured it my train of thought was all about all the things I want to do (now, in the rapidly-depleting-youth stage of my life).
So. Welcome to (one aspect of) my baby.
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10 years ago
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