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Dear Diary,

Phew, 67 weeks. I have not written for a while because I have been ill, then mum was ill and I had to look after her a bit. Dad says that technology saved my life, because lots of babies died centuries ago just from a virus that gives you a case of the runs. All I had to do was swallow a lot of pink liquid that tasted like salty bubble gum and get used to a variety of foul smells that I eventually figured out were coming from me.

This photo was taken in a forest. I am standing next to a baby redwood tree. One tree was 1400 years old. Here you are a baby if you are less than fifty years old. The trees felt nice. Oh dear, I am sounding awfully new age... still, I am new for this age.

Forests sound funny. Noises give deep, engulfing echoes, really spooky. I could get to like trees.

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