I remember her straw colored hair and wonder if she washed it in rain water when she was a girl the child that died inside her just the other day
same as her birthday, just a moment ago.
SD has dormant grass that heralds its stalks in the monsoon season when all living things find an inch or two of water to float in. Son without mother.
There is some great amount of joy being mothered, smothered in love and spirit. He is his mother's son.
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