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Bash! Ouch! Falling in the dark, through rustling leaves. Bang! Bump! Can't stop, no coordination. Slam! Crash! Weak stubby fingers can't grip mossy bough. Drop, collide, fumble, smash! Splat!

Suddenly, born into light! Faces peer, poke, smile, go "Ooh, aah, coo; lovely beautiful baby boy!" After initial shock, I know. Loved and cuddled, cared for nonetheless.

Each morning, soon after waking, the nightmare fades, forgotten.

Eighteen years old peering closely into mirror, for my first shave, brings instant recall. I examine every plane, angle, bumpy surface, before I conclude. Yup! I didn't miss a single branch of the ugly tree.

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