We sat in near silence, the child warm and soft upon my lap. She chattered occasionally telling me about the beans we worked on or counting them carefully, “two, two, two”. The sweet scent of a child rose to my nose when I brushed against her hair. Slowly the bean pods, picked out of the … Continue reading Like Beans in a Pod?
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