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  1. This was beautiful and warm and tinged with loss. I especially liked:

    >He stands upon my belly, and I know, I know that when it was my belly and not my rolling meadow edged by ancient hedgerows speckled through with elderflower - when it was my belly, I would have laughed. Hoom hoom hoom, rocking up and down like an earthquake, rattling Morpheus to the ground. Would he laugh too if I took this memory of the soft skin across my stomach and a thousand ticklish spots and rumbled the earth? Would his cloak sprawl around him in folds of darkness, moving with his breath and his chest? Does he laugh at all? Perhaps he keeps other dreams, other dreams just to laugh in, where he is the only one who knows the jokes.

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