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By Joyce Gallardo

Wherever a baby is born—in a brightly-lit, shining hospital, in the dimness of thatched hut, under an open starry  sky, in the mother’s bed—it is the mosaic of faces, voices, and hands that receive him that are the first messages about the world he has been born into.

Some cultures have […]

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