When my first son was born we noticed on his bottom a great blue smear. It was bruise-like and shapeless and we feared it, so dark and dull, so strange and silent after the bright red trial of his birth. We watched it as one watches the sky, for a sign.
It was as though he’d been belted on his way out the womb, elbowed by some weary doctor or mishandled…
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