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  • We saw the pram first, in the river, caught with sticks and weeds. The mother next, crouched by the bridge parapet sobbing. We wrapped her in a foil blanket and fed her sweet tea.
    “Children are born able to swim,” she tried to convince. Us? Herself?
    Below the water's surface Jenny Greenteeth cradled her new pale child.
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