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To my daughter on the thirty-fourth day
The Dime
wilowisp
When you were first born, it seemed that every day was a recovery from the travail of coming into this world.  That has changed.  You are awake now, with eyes gone curious and a body impatient to conquer.  The patterns we thought we had woven are coming undone, and we must struggle to adapt again, to catch up to your rapidly growing world.  Now what we say matters, as does how we say it.  How we spend our time, how we guide your patterns, what we present before you - all this feels critical and vital.  It's not a limbo hung between feeding and sleeping.  Now, you are here, and we must give you the best of everything your mind hungers for, and teach it to hunger more.
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