I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
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Blaize Clement has written psychology books and textbooks, essays, short stories, and a play. She recently completed a historical novel, and is currently working on a memoir about her quest for healing. She lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
I turned my head to look at the woman on the bed to my left, and felt a jolt of shock. Carlos was bent over her and, with two hands, stretching apart the skin over her stomach. A tumor the size of a cantaloupe was slowly extruding through the opening, and the woman had raised her head to stare at the thing in amazement.