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August 10, 2008
Thoughts on growing up (as a girl).

One is born. The world is a great big/small place and opportunities leap into one's outstretched arms, in the form of soft rabbits, happy bears, sweet and sloppy rainbows that dissolve in the mouth. The angles are rounded, surfaces pleasant. It's colourful, days melt all into one. Little tragedies are quickly forgotten. The warm hand, arm, breast is always close, the familiar smell lulls one to sleep. The familiar steps, familiar sounds, familiar breath, and the gentle fall-ascend, the world is a warm see and you a small boat, cosy, safe.