Tag: birth of son
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Where Are You Going, My Brown-Eyed Son?
Oh, where are you going, my brown-eyed son? There you were, a small shadow on a monitor. Small and washed by changing shades of black and white amid countless lines that made watching difficult. The Technician slowly moved the grey piece of equipment around the oiled skin of your mothers swollen abdomen. There. Right there.…
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