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The light that had seduced him burned brightest that morning.

He found his mother's teat less and less anchoring, and had consumed much milk before his distraction toward the opening of the world.

Opening. . .to the world.

Jakub toddled forward, and thrust his dark head into the spring sunlight—immediately snuffling and sneezing with the pollen that met him. Tiny eyes streaming, he blinked fiercely, shaking his head.

Not auspicious.

But. . .what met him was so expansive.

He could handle this.

He sucked in a deep breath and opened his eyelids through the burning, tears cascading down his little cheeks.

To view life.