Birth

No sounds

No sights remembered

But everything I am stems from that day

An amalgamation of atoms and cells

From the love of two parents

And the womb of one

One’s birth is as foreign as the dinosaurs

Knowledge coming from stories

Fossils and relics

Perfectly preserved footprints

In the dirt or a baby book

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