heavy hearts
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A mother carries wounds her children cannot see while still becoming the safest place their tiny hands know.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
A mother carries wounds her children cannot see while still becoming the safest place their tiny hands know.
Between Bruises & Blooms 