what to say. I would have never imagined. Babies have always been babies.
Emrie is back.
At first she had a filter between us. She looked, but kept her own Space. It took half a day and on into the evening. Until we went to feed the Goats. It's been two weeks. The world she went to, that i saw on her mother's phone pics was a different planet. She's been gone. She's not yet ONE YEAR OLD. Eleven months. We fed the Goats. We went down to campsite A and gave water to the Garden there. Crawling has become walking. Two weeks. Walking. We gave water.
Back in front of the door, on the great but horrible plastic mat thing from the dollar store, as the FULL MOON came near, she played the metal drum with a stick.
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