Different. Hands. Warm, holding, warm but, mother. Where is mother? Where is yes, is mother there. Is there. Up with warmth in hands, but down again to mother. A new smell. A new place. In hands. In warmth in a place in a rising and whole place contained, without, with a new and smell this what is it? Who is it? Not your mother. No. Where? There. Mother and will she stop and lay and not just for a moment but long enough to drink. Long enough to fight for milk. Long enough to forget hands, to forget the rising motion, the hands and scent and sound of breathing, a different breath.
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