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  • first flower: magnolia. we have been waiting for this. first tolerable moments of sunshine (keeping her eyes open and really looking at the lighted world) and first smell of fresh crepe, first farmer's market, first reggae played out of doors, first live irish fiddle and bodhran, first bakery. first set of identical mother-daughter owl peekaboo sweaters (with owl-eye buttons knitted for us by a friend's wife in Australia and sent by airmail) despite which she still looks more like her father -- dark-eyed, self-contained -- but I look certainly at least fond, delighted, merry
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