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      Somewhere in the flowering of motherhood, when bandaids and bedtime stories gave way to homework and curfews, the hands and mouths of my boys released me back into the pool of myself. I fell back then into the spell of language, the way a string of words can open a door you didn't even know was there. And then everything changes.