My son was born into stormy times, between two bereavements, at the end of a month of immense financial and social stress. His birth was attended by anxious ghosts from the past- a hovering family anxiety and the ghosts of the lost boys, uncles and great-uncles and my stillborn brothers. We were thrilled and ecstatic at his safe arrival, riding the
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I went to Facebook yesterday to say 'happy birthday' and got distracted by the shininess that is the Internet, so i hope that you had a lovely day :)
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