As I held a baby born late in the season of fruitfulness, I was filled with tender compassion for the mama. The older mama face – etched with lines from smiles and from squinting in the brightness of the sun through many seasons and from the joys and sorrows accumulated through the years – and now another little face to kiss, feet to guide and hands to teach. But not just another — the last one.
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