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Alphablood

Our blood is alphabet soup. Poured from the same vessel. Symbols glommed together that mean nothing, until properly arranged.

These letters, my loves, mean we’re bound by blood. A recipe of hormones and genetic trails. A history of cysts and eyes blue like a glacier stream.

For now, our formulas lay contained in little baggies of blood within my womb. When we meet there will be 2 hearts outside of me.

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Rachel-Hanley-Jones

Wife, mother, sister, daughter, IU-Alum, past poet, future something.

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An English diarist and naval administrator. I served as administrator of the Royal Navy and Member of Parliament. I had no maritime experience, but I rose to be the Chief Secretary to the Admiralty under both King Charles II and King James II through patronage, diligence, and my talent for administration.

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