Today was not a good day maybe, but I left him to finish in the skin of David, who has a few more days a month old. What a gift it is to touch that skin, which is white and stir the senses and the wonder of the eyes, nose and hands? The faces of serenity satisfied by the mother's womb, the same skin in the breast milk of David blooming. I thought to myself, that gift is.
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