baby cuddles
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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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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
At 12:10 p.m., one sleepy child opens her eyes and morning finally begins on her own stubborn schedule.
Between Bruises & Blooms 