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This time I had given birth to a child with a dark, remarkable tail. Part animal, part girl. I wanted no one to see her, not even the father. I wanted my privacy to put her back inside me, back through the glop of the birth neck, into the bluish glue my body had made for her for seven months. It was not time, she must wait, come back when the animal had been outgrown. I held her briefly in my arms, stroked her tail before we parted, her eyes nursing the dark moons. She was never my daughter, and yet she brought her own wild light into the room so that when I opened my eyes at daybreak the first thing I saw was snow spinning small shoulders in the windows. The last I saw of her. | ||||||||
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