24-07-2004

Again, briefly, this: Sat with my baby girl and helped her keep track of the pacifier, applying a palm to her chest to help her find the peace to go to sleep. And found myself even somewhat saddened by the fact: She won’t remember any of this. Not one bit. Which is sad why, because for that moment dear she looks, and is, perfect. Not one damn flaw. Not one. ~~~ Off to the basement, now, packing in boxes. Moving the fifteenth of August. Three weeks away. May the move swiftly by me, us. ~~~ Tomorrow Sunday. Am hoping for a quiet day.

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