the life of pi #2 - the mummy

There is no denying that it has a chaotic hue, but I remember the day Phoebe was born as good as any. That day three-months ago when she finally decided to leave the comforts of her warm n’ wet cocoon and venture into the world to see what the fuss was all about. It was a day when the realisms of life rushed my emotions like some rocket-fuel opiate, Phoebe’s arrival so poetic it could have inspired Bob Dylan back into the realm of genius song writing. Yet it was also far too fragile for all that, too intimate and personal, a moment of wonder so enchanting and beautiful that the mystery of life was dispersed for just a flash, the world letting me in to see all it’s complexities, it’s mastery

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