A hedgehog And just how does a hedgehog make love he demanded.
No I thought. I wont. I will not. But I did. Very carefully I replied giggling helplessly. So now we know just how old that one is I thought.
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When you hold a child to your breast to nurse the curve of the little head echoes exactly the curve of the breast it suckles as though this new person truly mirrors the flesh from which it sprang.
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The colors of living things begin to fade with the last breath and the soft springy skin and supple muscle rot within weeks. But the bones sometimes remain faithful echoes of the shape to bear some last faint witness to the glory of what was.
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