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Willa Jane Thompson
Somewhere in the Free Lands
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The gleam of the morning sun warmed my cold cheeks as it entered the dark shadows of the cave. My baby was cooing on my chest as she laid in slumber, I pulled her closer to my embrace.
She greatly resembles more of her father than I, I can see the determined spirit in her eyes like her father's. When she was awake I saw her brown eyes reflected back at me, something that I'm happy that at least she got from me. She wasn’t a fussy baby, the only time she cried was when she was born but the rest of the night she slept peacefully and her doe eyes would just occasionally stare at me on the few times she was awake
I tried nursing her for the first time, at first it was a struggle since I wasn’t certain if I was doing the right th
