Sunday 2 December 2007

Day 2

Forty-five years before this, to the day, when Fin was born, it was much warmer. His mother looked at him, red in the nurse's arms, and noticed the how the sun shining in from the winter looked like it was shining just for Fin, just to surround him. That was when they lived in the South. And Fin's father was there too. Smiling in shorts.

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