Isabella
Poems for Isabella—her softness, spark, milestones, expressions, and all the little ways she writes herself into the story of home.
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At 12:10 p.m., one sleepy child opens her eyes and morning finally begins on her own stubborn schedule.
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While adults count scars and hard days, a child finds music in an ordinary afternoon and dances anyway.
Between Bruises & Blooms 