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Asylum

04/28/2026 14:58h
After Roselia Foundling Asylum and Maternity Hospital, 
corner of Cliff and Manilla This is the house I was born in. Look at it. Asylum. Narrate it: Notice the sloping cornice, look at the curved windows, etc. This is the house I was born in. The cast-iron balconies / not wide enough for bodies. Look at the photos: 3 stories, 8 front windows and a wide door. Dark red brick / inlaid with brown stone. Women’s bodies / expelling  / banishing  / Leaving the babies there. Look at the photos, include the photos.