my baby, he cries (for the first time)

like a beautiful snowflake or
how each grain of sand is ground down from ancient mountains into a tiny 
fraction of itself, altogether unique,
my baby
blinks tiny eyelashes open and
for the first time breathes air instead of stars,
he cries.

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