and there was no sudden “i am your mother” email. there were memories of the barracks and memories of the mid-wife’s home where i was born. there were further suggestions from the editor and the writer about other options i might have — but that required more introspection and further digging into my motives for this search. which. i’m not sure i want to know any more than i already do. so. for now. that will be end of this. (it’s out there, if it comes, c’est la vie, n’est-ce-pas?)
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