Newsletter to come after the party dies down and the visitors have gone, but for now, a bit from one of my favorite poems:
Each thing
I did, then, I did for the first
time, touched the flesh of our flesh,
brought the tiny mouth to my breast,
he drew the avalanche of milk
down off the mountain, I felt as [...]
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