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I met her hours later. She entered into my life after a struggle and a deep sleep.

When she was born, she became my equal.

When she was born, her influence blanketed my world in another layer of powerful divinity.

This relationship to the earth, to Her, to the generations before me, all arrived at the moment she entered the world through a wound.

I met her as she was wheeled through the door on a trolley, swaddled neatly.

She was perfect. She is perfect.

Happy Birthday M.A.H.