Caroline Carver: I was a child who loved parrots

I was a child who loved parrots   everything my mother ate and drank passed on to me      as I lay curled inside her still only the size of a small bat comforted by darkness   I like to think I remember the days she soothed us both in the waters of a hot spring meadow as we listened to cows all around us pulling on the cool grass that would be translated into milk into the first sinews and nerves of my body till I was bound so tight into the landscape she swears I was born with a…

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