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Rosetta This!
Mar. 1st, 2011 01:09 pmEnglish
The child knew the touch of sun on his mother's skin; he even knew the word.
Joss leaned back on the grass and let the wind pick up the ends of her hair, blowing it around her face. The scar had faded, and she felt comfortable coming out into the world, pregnant and battered as she was.
She looked like a stereotype. People whispered, she heard them.
But it didn't matter on a day like today. Her baby stirred, turning towards the sun and the joy even before he was born. He heard her voice, and it made her smile.
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The child knew the touch of sun on his mother's skin; he even knew the word.
Joss leaned back on the grass and let the wind pick up the ends of her hair, blowing it around her face. The scar had faded, and she felt comfortable coming out into the world, pregnant and battered as she was.
She looked like a stereotype. People whispered, she heard them.
But it didn't matter on a day like today. Her baby stirred, turning towards the sun and the joy even before he was born. He heard her voice, and it made her smile.
( Español )
( Français )
