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Through the crib rails, a mother watches one small dreamer and remembers that safety can look like the simplest ordinary promise.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
Through the crib rails, a mother watches one small dreamer and remembers that safety can look like the simplest ordinary promise.
Between Bruises & Blooms 