here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap and to your(in my arms flowering so new) self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain -e. e. cummings
These make me cry everytime I look at them! You're brave to leave. Even greater things to come, I know. And I'll take care of your "kids"
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These make me cry everytime I look at them! You're brave to leave. Even greater things to come, I know. And I'll take care of your "kids"
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