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17 beats
nuances, moments, a celebration of the mundane -- life in brief.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
a thousand deaths
her finger unfurls
to a point, and she coyly
sings '
mama
' -- at last.
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sucker
lesson learned
mothers and daughters
pretend
feed me seymour
harmonica
'where Mama earring ?'
camel on the ceiling (or what we say, part 2)
Fyrn says, (a near-perfect paraphrase)
lest she stirs
a thousand deaths
'wow, she's quite a talker.'
we welcome spring
good game, high five.
she always wakes up in a sweat
we all need a break
when she concentrates
ancient grains
when they come from a baby
what we say
it still aches
te chatouilles
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these are just the facts.
little lady
little thrills
that sound you make when you're happy
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