Babies preach.
Even sleeping babies.
Ebony falls asleep on her back, her legs relaxed in a butterfly pose. Her arms wide and up a bit. Her head turned to the side. Eyes lowered.
When she's placed in her crib, all she needs is my hand over her chest–. She settles into the feeling of warmth and security, and I am free to leave. It's time to sleep.
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