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I'm in title your womb. You are taking care of me again," I say. "Shh," she says, "close your eyes, baby girl." I close my eyes. Her voice is rich and low. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea. Low, low, breathe and blow,Wind of the title western sea! I can feel her fingertips stroking my cheeks, I can smell her clean scent, a mixture of her favorite perfume, China Rain, and laundry detergent. Her voice fills the car like a light, lovely mist. I haven't felt so comforted in years. Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me;While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. The windows roll up and I can hear raindrops beating against the windowpane. The melody fades and I can feel her breath on my face. It feels like a fresh breeze stirring above me. She rocks me in her lap. And I am calm, and I am relieved, and I am filled with a sense of possibilities.
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