The document describes a baby that was preserved in a bottle of alcohol over many years. As time passed, the bottle seemed too small for the growing baby, but eventually the baby's shrunken body was fully confined by the bottle. After years had passed, Mr. Libre realized the baby in the bottle was now over 5 years old, but by that point the alcohol and years of being confined in the bottle had caused the baby's flesh to shred and peel away.
The document describes a baby that was preserved in a bottle of alcohol over many years. As time passed, the bottle seemed too small for the growing baby, but eventually the baby's shrunken body was fully confined by the bottle. After years had passed, Mr. Libre realized the baby in the bottle was now over 5 years old, but by that point the alcohol and years of being confined in the bottle had caused the baby's flesh to shred and peel away.
The document describes a baby that was preserved in a bottle of alcohol over many years. As time passed, the bottle seemed too small for the growing baby, but eventually the baby's shrunken body was fully confined by the bottle. After years had passed, Mr. Libre realized the baby in the bottle was now over 5 years old, but by that point the alcohol and years of being confined in the bottle had caused the baby's flesh to shred and peel away.
cramped world, it was slowly being destroyed. And no one could do anything about it. •During the first few months and on the end of that first year, the bottle had seemed too small for the baby/ it looked as though it needed a glass jar with a lid instead of that bottle with a wide mouth. And then the bottle didn’t seem too small for the baby anymore because now the baby’s shrunken body was completely confined. The bottle fully contained it. •Mr. Libre’s wife was a plain woman with high cheekbones and a sad mouth, who was only twenty-nine years old but whose eyes were no longer young. Mr. Libre himself was thirty-three but graying hair and some thick coded veins on his hands made him look older. •One afternoon, in the last busy week of January, Mr. Libre was looking over some old files in the recorder’s cubicle when all of a sudden, he remembered that on the day the baby in the bottle was five years and seven months old. •The tiny half-black thing was drifting and circling as always in the green alcohol. But now he saw that the bottle and the alcohol and the long years gad gnawed it and little by little by little the baby was shredding and peeling of flesh.