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Four Months Old

04/28/2026 14:58h
All the baby knows is the flop of her limbs and the milky blue vein of sleep and the parking lot of her animal fear, the cars left there overnight, windshields dark and thick with dew. The rest is completely unknown, the complete darkness of her white room, where she sleeps on a clean sheet printed with baby crocodiles and lions wearing diapers.