Butterfly Effect - ressourcesfeministes

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You told me later that you
spent your first years
together in the air. Attended
every air show, every
gathering you could.
There is a photograph of
you both. You are the only
woman in the group. The
wind blows your hair and
the Tiger Moth hunches
in the background. In the
next photograph I can date
you are pregnant. You're
wearing jodhpurs, a riding hat,
and your coat's buttons are
ready to burst. Your final act
before motherhood claimed the
rest of your life was to chase a fire
engine through the streets of
Temora. It's too late to ask you why.