My last posting seems so oddly prophetic now. My darling daughter's baby died, just a few days ago. We still don't know why she died. There is a photograph, now, of my own daughter, looking very much like the young woman in the previous photo, holding her baby, with that same struck look on her face......
I never hope to see that look again.
Her perfect little girl, perfect except for her very stillness, who had moved inside her just two days before. Before she became, became still.
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