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And the sweetest find? My grand-nephew, Henry.
He arrived a bit early, and urgently, but he and my niece are fine. I am grateful for modern medicine.
Not including a photo, here, because I don’t know my niece’s cyber-social policy regarding her new son, but he looks, as all babies do, like a stoned little old man.
He’s beautiful.
May you have beauty in your life.
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lovely news, you too t.p.