Wake in the deepest dark of night and hear the driving rain. Reach out a hand and take … - Charlotte Gray

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It is my wish to die of unique causes, perhaps in a high-speed tricycle crash, a bizarre stapling incient, or as a result of inadvertently sucking my brains out through my ear while trying to untwist the vacuum hose.

Charlotte Gray

Wake in the deepest dark of night and hear the driving rain. Reach out a hand and take a paw and go to sleep again.

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Becoming a mother makes you the mother of all children. From now on each wounded, abandoned, frightened child is yours. You live in the suffering mothers of every race and creed and weep with them. You long to comfort all who are desolate.

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Children and mothers never truly part--Bound in the beating of each other's hearts.

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