The straw horse

Part One Ten years ago, body full with baby, ankles and feet belonging to some other swollen woman, I left a job I loved. To care for a baby I loved, but did not know. This newborn girl glowed wisdom, and she cried long, so her papa held her like a football, rocking...

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