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Dear Child,
I have never met you but I know what you look like.I’ve never heard you, but I know your voice.I don’t know your name, but I’m ready to call it.To sing it. To rejoice it.How strange that you are a mystery, but there is already a seat for you.A place for you in my home and in my pliable heart.There is a nestBuilt with books and stories and ice cream and cats.All we need is you to come in.