Log Cabin Chronicles
Communion
BERIT LUNDH
Her slightly undulating back gently rocked the chair The infant child so small almost disappeared in the song her heart played. Her eyes spoke laughter softly and she blew a sweetness into him stroking his newborn skin with a whispering hand And all the while his tiny fingers fumbled as he suckled himself calm. And her lips formed a smile that did not leave her face.
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