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Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Life is sometimes a creative act, all the time I suspect. From what we wear to how we speak,and what we we produce. Making babies is the ultimate act of creation.
I thought of that as I gazed at my fat pumpkin waking from her rest. She has large dark brown eyes, long lashes and big pouty lips. Not to mention her ringlets. She could be flying across the Sistine Chapel, sans her pull-up.
And I made her. Well,with God and my husband's assistance. And she speaks, yells and sings. What a wonder. She also steals what she wants from stores, at 3 that's OK- even adorable.
Today I just pondered her, and what we lose when we deconstruct life. We destroy beauty, destroy a masterpiece like Picasso did regularly.
Labels: abortion, narcissism, narcissistic
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Wolfy