Welcome to the countdown.
To these last words before physical matter triumphs over intellect.
Read them before I will be draged away from the keyboard by my nurturing breasts.
And behold as words like womb and breast take over my once colorful vocabulary.
The last attempts of a vessel to write a blog.
How hormonally melodramatic of me.
I buy books to give the best possible start to the growing life inside me.
I buy books in an attempt to preserve precious thought.
We read The Guardian today and some poems by Emily Dickinson.
I have you know.
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