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I think my life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face: it was so near to me, and her arms were round me, and she sang to me.
— George Eliot • Daniel Deronda
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A tender memory of where a life starts: not with an event but with a face. The speaker recalls waking, being held, and hearing a song, so love and safety feel like the beginning of consciousness itself. Warm, close, and physical.
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