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Lying in a Crib for Three Hours Listening to My Mother Talk About Me As An Infant
For three hours I laid in a baby crib and listened to tapes of my mother talking about me as an infant.It was All Souls Day and our dog Chicken died as I was performing. (Montano 1981, pages unnumbered)
In Death and Birth: A Crib Event [sic], she…