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  • My daughter was born just after the sun slipped from Pisces to Aries. It was a very warm day, late in March, as we celebrated the Equinox and I wondered how I could still be pregnant.

    Late in the evening, I heaved my tired body back up the stairs to the bedroom. My husband and son were sleeping, a cuddled mass of limbs and love. The window was open, letting the warm spring air inspire fairy dreams.

    Finally, after weeks and months of waiting, a contraction rolled through my body. As I came out of it, slowly realizing that soon this baby would be in my arms, I was acutely conscious that I could hear the spring frogs singing in our marshy yard.

    Contraction after contraction took my body and labor claimed my awareness for its own. In the moments between, I listened to the frogs.
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