She sleepslike the whole worldhas finally decidedto whisper. One tiny cheekpressed into soft sheets,lashes resting,little lips still partedas if dreamsare too importantto pause for breathing. There is something sacredabout a baby who trusts sleepso completely—who believes the worldwill still be kindwhen she opens her eyes again. I watch the rise and fallof your tiny breathsand…

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