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I looked down to the woman standing in front of me, holding him in her arms. It's not in my nature to let feelings overwhelm me, but once or twice in my life it happened. This would probably become the third one. I observed carefully the small human submerged in blue blankets. I blinked and he was still there. His miniature hands held tight into nothing and his perfect little feet insisted on kicking the simple, plain air. He didn't move much and it seemed to me like he had been created with the simple purpose of standing there, in those blankets. But then he yawned and I knew I would never witness some
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Update: March 22, 2009: You can send your contact details to !Morologus-Es if you wish.
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