You were born into a world of sound — the cacophony of the uterus — the iambs of my heart, the ebb and flow tempo of an amniotic sea — yin yang— harmonious rhythm.
The uterine song we shared — two souls tethered by flesh. My belly button buddy. I nourished you into life; your breath nourished my soul.
The appoggiatura — the unexpected grace note christened by pixie dust. Lorelai, my life-song.
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