And there she was, milky-skinned and wrapped in white cloth so fine it looked spider-woven. Her eyes looking back at us as if she were not a baby, but a god.
FICTION
FICTION
And there she was, milky-skinned and wrapped in white cloth so fine it looked spider-woven. Her eyes looking back at us as if she were not a baby, but a god.
WIT TEA
Repeat this: He’ll come back or he’ll have a heart attack.
ENUMERATE
Job Title: Mother/grandmother to a professional triathlete and her family while they travel internationally
MICRO
Thus pleasure:
one cool hand,
body, world.
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The thigh suckling stage was supposed to be short.
"Was this your plan all along?” Toby asked one night, his chin on my chest. He still smelled faintly of fish, which was how we all smelled these days. “Stealing the dolphin to get Sophia in?”