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Our son is one month old today. He has come to know us, and know what it is to be abandoned for minutes at a time. He is perfecting his intensity of seeing. My wife says he has begun to learn how to smile, which comes fleetingly when the mobile over his crib is wound up. The barns and cows circle each other in stately manner, and a bit of lopsided Brahms enters the room.
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