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A Prayer for Babe

Abstract

My memory had always been fuzzy. Dull. Furry? For a long time – years; miles, maybe – I knew not what to do with it, how to manage. I tried cleaning it, petting it, running my fingers through the fur. Attempts at acceptance, at making peace with. Tried squinting my eyes, tried glasses, used mirrors.https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/onearth/1007/thumbnail.jp

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