Then, I nestle my nose into the folds of his gritty, sweaty neck...

Then, I nestle my nose into the folds of his gritty, sweaty neck that smells like the earth, heated under his rapid pulse, in my make-shift cradle, and he giggles – his laugh drifts far and wide, and reverberates into the calm chambers of my heart. My daughter’s laugh, too, takes me to other worlds, behind veils- to unsoiled serenity and joy.

I am so relieved that I don’t have to be anywhere but here. This is what I do.

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