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| "Life. Being a man, not merely a male. Love. Woman. Light." |
| A NEW BORN (third bed of the front row) He�s right there. Third bed of the first row. So little, so beautiful. He�s our kid. A result of our love, a gift of God, a dream of our souls. Little, laughing at us, with the light on him. Moving his feet and hands constantly. He belongs to us, he�s our baby, pure, little, simply amazing. Even beautiful like the mother. Taking him on our arms, watching him sleeping, with his little fingers on my heart. He conquered me, he conquered us, my love. He�s our son, he�s our gift, our treasure. I love you. (L.B.) |