I read somewhere once, I don't remember when, that women have two hearts - their own and that of their unborn child. But I imagined, whether pregnant or not, women have two hearts, one that beats for them and one that beats for another. Sometimes they beat in unison doubling the woman's passion for life and love, at other times the separately beating hearts, disturb and disrupt the organism, and like a screeching bird create a sound that pierces the universe.
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Saturday, August 22, 2009
Two hearts
I read somewhere once, I don't remember when, that women have two hearts - their own and that of their unborn child. But I imagined, whether pregnant or not, women have two hearts, one that beats for them and one that beats for another. Sometimes they beat in unison doubling the woman's passion for life and love, at other times the separately beating hearts, disturb and disrupt the organism, and like a screeching bird create a sound that pierces the universe.
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