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  • I was born into a being that has held on to only one unchanging truth…uncertainty. Until Her. She came like78 degrees in winter or chocolate when you think you must eat greens or sunshine through a window on a cold tile floor. She came in a quiet way to a mind that is irresistibly loud…to say"…be still and know. Know that we are here together. I am daughter. You are mother. We have decided it into being and no one can take it away. So get out of your chair, and look, here in this sand…I think it was once the teeth that the fairy collects. She grinds the teeth, you know, then leaves her tooth dust here…for me and you to make castles. Do you want to make a castle, mom?" I once thought magic was something only imaginary. Then I met her, my first love, and came to see that magic is this love, her love, my first love, my daughter.
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