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A Pandemic Letter to My 17-Year-Old Son
"Starting when you were just a toddler, you'd crawl into my lap to play a
game. I'd lay hands on each part of your body, naming it aloud. Wed
begin with the grass of hair on your head and slowly work our way down
to your piggy toes. You soon learned even the regions of your brain, the
organs in your torso, and your seven chakras." So begins a touching
letter written by a mother to her 17-year-old son in the midst of these
uncertain times.
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