stroller walks
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When sleep refuses the whole family, a stroller and the empty streets turn a brutal 2 A.M. into something almost gentle.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
When sleep refuses the whole family, a stroller and the empty streets turn a brutal 2 A.M. into something almost gentle.
Between Bruises & Blooms 