Klara caught a stomach bug at school and has been unwell. Finally, she fell asleep and had a dream about a sick little chicken called Esmeralda. I’ll never find it anything less than amazing that she’s a whole separate human being with her own inner world that is completely different from mine.
First, she’s a little pulse on a screen at 5 weeks of pregnancy, and then she’s a person with a subjectivity populated by little chickens called Esmeralda.
I can’t get over the sheer miraculousness of this.

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