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Luke, I listen as you take a few short gulps. You pause and then continue again. You place your little hand against my breast. Sometimes you squeeze, sometimes you reach to grab my shirt. I don’t mind though. No one else can share these moments with you. As I write this, you make sweet, little […]

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“Apolline, This morning you woke me up as you were playing with my hair and I watched you in your deep concentration as you ever so clumsily wove the strands through your chubby little fingers. I watched as your bright, gummy mouth opened into a yawn. I watched your eyes widen into perfect little circles […]

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  Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, — Her admonition mild In forest and the hill By traveller is heard, Restraining rampant squirrel Or too impetuous bird. How fair her conversation, A summer afternoon, — Her household, her assembly; And when the sun goes down Her voice among […]

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