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the birth. he is born a week too early, tripping in on the tail-winds of winter. face-planting in the snow, he grows into a nervous -smiled seedling, timid and twitchy. daffodils sprout next to him, instinctively yawning and cooing at this new beauty with the bustled movement of nurses and doctors with better things to do. his mother smiles at him in the tired way he soon grows familiar with. his father is not bedside. |  he | |does| | not| |pace| | the |   <>  | halls.|   <>   | –------------ |