I.   He.  I never knew her name all of those years under ice and mud.  I only knew that she was drawing nearer to me.  I saw her in my soul when she was an infant, cradled in the cold arms of her mother.  I willed my love to comfort her hunger for love.  Can love travel through so many layers of death and time? I watched her take her first steps, speak her first words. .  I saw…

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