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It’s a baby girl!

Originally posted on The Espresso Addict:
She was 27, and at home. She stood in front of the mirror, naked. She looked at her breasts. This was the biggest they had ever been. But she knew that they were going to get bigger.¬†She stared at herself for a long while before she ran her right…

Originally posted on The Poetry Of:
The poetry of a certain South Indian childhood means that you have bathed in at least three waterfalls and been blest by more than one elephant. You know with a knowing that predates language: the scents of jasmine, of camphor, coconut oil, and filter coffee. Know them the way…