I have a pair of which I am fond. They go everywhere with me. When I am afraid, they proceed me into the scary place. They have been with me since before birth. When my daughter was born, they helped feed her, even when I was too tired to think. This fondness for these breasts is more a qualitative than a quantitative affection, but sincere.
Someone I know has breast cancer. She found out recently. Now I know. It's thrown me for a loop, so I can imagine what it's done to her.
Today has been a day of prayer.
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