Souls Unmasked

People are crying out here. And dying. Every day, precious new souls strap on tiny, frail bodies and scream at the unfairness of everything different — bright light, cold air, hunger, thirst, mess, texture, noise, pain… Meanwhile, every hour, other souls — too many just as young, some downright old, most in between — slip...

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