Das erste Jahr Babybuddha jetzt auf:
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In the past, without the baby, one day followed another. Today, with the baby, we dive through the days. Each time we rise to the surface of a day, another one falls upon us. Again we float upward, and a new day descends. It’s almost as if we had exchanged the horizontal dimension for the vertical. It’s as if we had lost the night.