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Dear Raven,
What you wrote beneath your name...."birthmom out of exile"...... That's one of the things I've felt for years. Like I'm behind some kind of glass separated from everyone else by this decision so long ago. And it's weird because the glass is one-way, like they're looking at me and shaking their heads in disgust but I can't see myself in my own reflection. I can't see myself....I can only see disgust.
I will pick up the book but maybe I will have to stare at it for a while and tell myself to garner courage to read it...but I will pick it up.
Thank you.
Much gratitude,
Janey
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