- A MESSAGE TO THE BIRTH GIVERS IN THE TRENCHES.
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It's time, Mommas. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲. 𝗛𝘂𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗯 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀. 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻.
𝗧𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 & 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀.
𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘄. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝗱𝗼𝘄.
𝗠𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘀, I hope 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗿ew 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, e𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗲.
𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 his 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿.
𝗗𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘂𝘇𝗶 𝘀𝘁-𝘀𝘁𝘂-𝘀𝘁𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗮.
𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗠𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘀. 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲.
𝗗𝗼 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘆.
𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿.
𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄.
𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗯 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀, 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱.
𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲, 𝗜 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻e,
𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲.
𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹,
𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹.
𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗜𝗿𝗮𝗾, 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁? 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄,𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗾, 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 ?
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