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{Writing Prompts} Most joyful moment: the birth of my son.

The labor was long and intensive. I was exhausted, but couldn’t sleep. As I held my newborn son, I leaned my forehead gently against his and was overwhelmed by his presence, his scent, the softness of his skin, his newness.

It was as if, in his birth, I had been reborn.

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