When looking at Baby, up close, it’s easy to see her world and our world reflected – the fan, the lights, pictures framed upon the wall. So still is she, it’s clear the world is not reflected in her thoughts, only upon the surface of that wide clear eye of hers. That is until there’s movement: a bug flying by, a leaf fluttering, a chipmunk scampering past the window. Stillness evaporates. Instinctively she engages. The predator revealed.
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