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My daughter was born at exactly 2:17 a.m. on a rainy Thursday in October.
The first sound she made wasn’t a cry. It was a tiny gasp, almost as if she had been surprised to find herself in the world. I reached for her, …
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My daughter was born at exactly 2:17 a.m. on a rainy Thursday in October.
The first sound she made wasn’t a cry. It was a tiny gasp, almost as if she had been surprised to find herself in the world. I reached for her, …
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My daughter was born at exactly 2:17 a.m. on a rainy Thursday in October.
The first sound she made wasn’t a cry. It was a tiny gasp, almost as if she had been surprised to find herself in the world. I reached for her, …
