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Monday 5th November, 2012
I was at the baptism of a good friend’s first child. As the water was poured over her forehead, little Lily’s eyes became enormous and then she roared. The minister dried her off and tried to comfort her, but Lily was having none of it. He passed her back to her mum and immediately she was calmer. She had such trust in her mum: she knew that in her arms she was safe and that everything would be okay.
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