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2004-03-17 - 11:12 p.m.

This evening at sundown, on my sister's front porch stoop, I watched my little niece coddle a sizeable ball of dust and hair for nigh on 10 minutes.

She cooed, "Baby bird! Where is your mommy? Where is your Daddy? Where is your Papa Jens?"

Her confusion, it was understandable. It really did look like a tiny lost baby from where I was sitting.

She has a cold, and wanted to be held a lot this evening, with her head rested on my chest.

I will miss her something fiery fierce.

Oh, Ms. Nossy.