Article: To the Literary Mama Drowned In Fallen Clouds — You Are Not Alone

The sun rose and splashed golden rays through the bedroom window. My two month old son received and transmitted the rays to me. He was bubbly, kicking his chunky legs, waving his fatty hands and cooing with smiles from that chubby face of his. He was a vision of a happy Buddha kissed by the sun.

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