You are not a foxglove but as the frail looking fox attempts to trot down the street this morning...

 
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You are not a foxglove but as the frail looking fox attempts to trot down the street this morning, in the pedestrian lane looking wounded and mangey I will think of you nonetheless. The fox. Looking at me without concern. Much bigger issues at hand. And then I look at its' hands, its' paws, and I think of you again, though you are not a foxglove. 

When a female human is born she is born with all the egg cells she'll ever have...

 
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When a female human is born she is born with all the egg cells she'll ever have. Which means the mother of that female human gives birth to the cells that can become her grandchildren. I know this is no mystery in many cultures. I know. But it was never once thought of in my own. And that reality changes everything for me.