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l’enfant de l’eau

April 8, 2009

How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
-W. B. Yeats, A Prayer for my Daughter

She has ten fingers, ten toes, and two chins.  And she smiles when she’s at rest.  And she’s loud. And her sisters are beaming.  And her mama’s resting.  And her papa’s in love.  

Tess Elizabeth: God’s promise for a good harvest.  

Sleep tight for now my love.  You’ll be on a river soon.  

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