I feel like a window pane with a crack in it. There is a truth at the core of me and sometimes I feel it could make me shatter - I want a baby, I want a baby but my arms are empty.
I am a 36-year-old angst-ridden public servant with a deafeningly loud biological clock searching for meaning and creative fulfillment in a windy city at the bottom of the world.
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