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A baby takes you, Willow. Who-you-once-were—the baby takes it—and in its place, another-you forms. And you may fight it. You may moan. You may cry. You may think it’s hardly fair. But only time will help you see that the another-you formed is, in truth, the you-that-was-meant-to-be, and then you won’t even be able to stand alone in your skin, the love is so fierce . . . this new mother-skin, with all the same parts inside but none of the same parts. All soaked and blessed in the love that only comes from giving to a child that took from you.
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