Izzy Bear
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Through the crib rails,I find you. Not because you are hidden,but because this is whereyour little dreams live—behind dark wooden barsthat have never been a prison,only a promise. A promisethat you are safe. One tiny arm curled beneath you,one sleepy sigh escapingthose little lips,as if even in your dreamsyou are whisperingto the morning. I stand…
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Goosifer finally folded her wings. Izzy Bear finally found her den. The dogs are dreaming. The house has stopped creaking. Even the clock seems to tick a little softer. There are no giggles. No tiny footsteps. No sleepy protests that bedtime is somehow unfair. Just two little girls, breathing in rhythm, completely unaware that they…
Between Bruises and Blooms 