my baby has a wealth of stories. he travels so that he can bring them home for me. his voice rings strong through my bones. rich, clear, resonant. "this is...that is...this is..." he sends kisses and messages in different languages. i weave my own little story about him.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
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