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I had a really intense dream early this morning. We had a photo of me as an infant, and we scanned it. Somehow, we could make the infant me appear in reality by double-clicking on the picture. (This might be evidence of me spending too much time in front of a computer.) I did. I held the infant me against my chest. We were heart to heart. I was soft and warm, and the weight of my infant body felt secure in my arms. Brooke was holding Sanna, and I couldn’t bear to put me down.
Then we went back to the computer, and I was gone. Holding me gave me my mother back for just a little while.