peeled a stamp onto it and sent it off. righteous anger. in a box: 'that it was like hearing a baby cry and being unable to pick it up.' 

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I saw today a crying baby being carried through the jammed mall. maybe a year old, passing me on my right. mouth wide, wet face... carried by a young dad, baby reaching hand out to young mother....

and passing me on my left another one year old, also being carried but peaceful, and transfixed by the mirror scene, chasing it with head and eyes as they passed, face full of wonder....