... one night last week I was reading on the futon mattress in the older girls' room, with my oldest next to me, who was holding hands with her sister in the crib next to her, which is how they go to sleep. I could hear the distinct sounds of breath from the older two, and feel the littlest one breathing on my chest, the eight lungs in the room remembering God's pneumatic gift to Adam.
From the Ochlophobist.
- E.
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