Closed books are dead things. Lovely to look at in their un-neat rows above the candlelight. Many nights now, during the baby’s late and too late and too early feedings, I look at the books. My husband holds the baby in the chair and looks at me or the baby or falls asleep while her milk dribbles. Sometimes I look at them. Sometimes I say, “Kiernan, wak…
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