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March 16, 2011
It's one of those miracles, those unexplained things, she thought. She could not remember the pain. She knew it had existed. She knew it had been unlivable for a time. Yet, she could not bring to mind what it had been like. Only the merest ghost of it moaned in her memories.

The miracle, though, was not forgetting the pain, but was that she could remember and relive in exquisite detail every last scent, sound, and sensation of what followed the time of pain.

A small floppy bundle lying burritoed and nestled in her arms suckled her breast.

Limitless love.