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First you hold a child, years later you let go, then you weep sweet tears

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It was near dawn, but still dark outside when the phone rang in the kitchen. Jarred awake, I lay in bed trying to process the unfamiliar timing of the call. A family emergency? No, that didn't seem right. A problem with the school carpool? No, it was too early for that. Oh, of course: It was the taxi driver who had pulled up outside, phoning to let the traveler know that her ride to the airport...

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