its own death,
padding along in the footie-jammies of its spirit,
quietly and earnestly,
a small, familiar, slightly grubby death,
borne along as it would have borne,
a drawing to show its mother,
looking to us imprecise, scribbled, approximate,
but springing to the child's own perception
crystal clear, in sharp relief,
defined and descriptive,
and uniquely its own.
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