Swaddling


For some reason, when the writhing to-be-free begins, Hudson reminds me of a furious novice monk - imprisoned in ridiculous velcro and cotton by some darker force.
Be free little man.
Be free.
Love
C
Begun in a cafe in Athens, 2005 - dusted off 2021 in Bulgaria. Originally a travel diary for stalwart family, often a repository for notes, quotes, pictures, lists - no over-arching logic so no need to look. Therefore: A working archive/diary of a mother in Brooklyn.
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