Babies

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Babies

Writing about a baby? See if the following lines inspire you...

The baby was in her mother's arms, wrapped in a blanket. She had a little pink cap on her head that someone had knitted for her. She seemed impossibly small and yet too large to have exited through a vagina.

The baby's tiny hands were balled into fists, her eyes were open, and fixed on her mother.

A shrill cry shot from the delivery room.

The eight-pound newborn was glistening with blood and amniotic fluid. His tiny fists beating the air.

I looked at the tiny red wrinkled creature and was overwhelmed by desperate, boundless love.

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