"An adoptee friend of mine once described her unknown history as a novel with the first few chapters ripped out. That is exactly what it feels like sometimes. There is no prologue or introduction. Only the imagined and the unknown. That is what I grieve the most."
From Harlow's Monkey, an adult adoptee blog.
Monday, September 8, 2008
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