The first time I heard her heart beating it was at 10 weeks. It sounded like little explosions going off rhythmically. After that, her heart sounded like little galloping horses. I imagined a little herd of galloping appaloosas inside her heart.
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Life, Learning, and Language in a Grace-full World
mostly unedited Creative Writing and Poetry