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Teardrops in the wind…
It was the March of 1979. Breezes turned balmy and I pulled off my shoes, letting swollen feet tramp across warming earth. I was pregnant with my first baby, due on St. Patrick’s Day. For weeks I had ached for time to stop, squeezing myself shut to the coming separation, the word “relinquish” hanging heavy…
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It was the March of 1979. Breezes turned balmy and I pulled off my shoes, letting swollen feet tramp across warming earth. I was pregnant with my first baby, due on St. Patrick’s Day. For weeks I had ached for time to stop, squeezing myself shut to the coming separation, the word “relinquish” hanging heavy…
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