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Beautiful baby, delighting us by his little toe (with its involuntary movement) as he does by the sight of his neck (which we suspect is the original home of innocence), by his smooth shoulders and the fatty fold at their center (which indicates infinity to us), by his soft buttocks (which we read as proof that life included comfort in its repertoire from the beginning), by his brow, into which not a single hair falls (it is high and broad), by his full-lipped mouth (which gleams, though it does not speak yet), by the dimples in the back of his hands (in which we practice stumbling every day) – nothing can stop our delight over a beauty, mysteriously unrelated to our adult beauty, mysteriously gapless and indestructible.

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