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Date: | Sun, 12 Jan 1997 21:17:32 +0000 |
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Here's a quote from "A Mother's Love", a 1993 novel by Mary Morris.
"Then I lay down with Bobby, like a lover, in my arms. His skin fit
against my skin like a graft. Resting him on a pillow, I let him
nurse. As he drew milk, warmth raced through my body. It was a
soothing tug that made Matthew seem even farther away than he
was--across the bridge in Brooklyn. But now I drifted from the city
as if I were traveling to a warm place--an island with tropical
flowers, birds soaring. A seascape rose before me. Palms overhead.
It switched to the desert, the place I've always known. Mojave. I
felt myself walking across hot sand until my eyes closed and I
slept."
Dorothy Rae Collier
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