And now for part three of our series.

I wonder what goes on.

Here is just a picture.

It looks almost like a bingo stamp.

Yeah.

That's just over and over and over.

It's a big blob of red.

There's a lot of just red markers and stuff in there. Another one of these, another

stamper that looks like a bunch of blood, but I think it's ink. A card that says to a dear

granddaughter on your graduation day, seems to be another card. I don't know if that's a sick

person saying that or it's an actual grandparent. There's a redaction at the bottom. So we're not sure what that is. More clippings. Dare to search for meaning the anti-war plane. I understand how they feel what they're going through because I've gone through it too. A bunch of redacted images. And then clippings say, I'll fight to the end. I want to make people's

lives better and change the world without Martin Luther King. 2003 would look a lot like

1963. So, okay, nothing good there. Another Sylvia Plath poem called Stillborn. This is obviously

in reference to more pregnancy trauma, a short life

tragedy. My heart is breaking. I know I'm breaking. She's underlined almost all of it. Crossed out the

still. So it's just born. Yeah, just born. So it is trauma essentially. If you want to read through this poem,

it is called Stillborn. And then she has written in her cipher underneath. In the hall, Gislane said she was beautiful. She was, not is. She was a beautiful girl. I heard her. Where is she? Why did she stop whimpering? She was born. I heard the tiny cries. I can't do this anymore. So this girl just after many forced abortions just gave birth to a baby girl and they took her away. That's what it sounds like. It sounds like she gave birth to this child and the child was

taken away and then maybe Galane said that the baby didn't survive, but she doesn't believe it. I think

that's what she's trying to say here in that writing. Then we have a cipher that is written in red.

This is now into more pregnancy and birth trauma. Just so we're all clear.

This is a long one. This is a cipher that she wrote in red.

Close your eyes. Close your eyes. Close your eyes. Don't speak. She doesn't talk. I can't stop shaking and it's been a week.

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