Today she slept, well half slept and half drank, in my lap. I stroked her little head. The softness of her hair lulling me to a state of inner peace I have not felt in a while. Someone ought to bottle up baby and market it, they’d make a killing. She heals. She heals my soul, soothes me and restores me. Perhaps that’s a tall order for so little a one but she doesn’t even have to lift an eyelash to do it. Pretty darn effective if you ask me. I want to drink her all in, breathe in deeply and...
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