the big smiles and snotty kisses,
the "i love you, mum" from the 3 year old
the snuggly warmth of their little bodies sardining me in bed
the pile of daughters when ever i sit on the floor
the face buried in the crook of my neck
the weight of the sleeping body as i carry them both
the delightful laughter of their games
the purposeful work of caring for them
the funny statements
the clowning around
the baby dolls stuffed into socks








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my war paint is sharpie ink.
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Save the Whales!
Hope you landed well in B mount.
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Save the Whales!
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Save the Whales!
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I will write you an e-mail...
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Save the Whales!
Hello there!
Hope your travels are going well, The Mountains of Blue are missing You
AzA
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?For I am I: ergo, the truth of myself; my own sphinx, conflict, chaos,
vortex?asymmetric to all rhythms, oblique to all paths. I am the prism
between black and white: mine own unison in duality.? A.O.S
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