The skin is the film scrim of manna. Break from continuous adulation, the baby must attach. Must make of itself a butterfly with eyes upon the wings. I smell the stain of sunlight hidden in the cool green grass under the tall trees with fronds like feathers.
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The skin is the film scrim of manna. Break from continuous adulation, the baby must attach. Must make of itself a butterfly with eyes upon the wings. I smell the stain of sunlight hidden in the cool green grass under the tall trees with fronds like feathers.