Wordless, noiseless Questions. "Where is mommy? What are we about to do?" Faithfully, they just wait for the answer. Every moment, written on their tiny mind as a shape or a color. Love to them is abject devotion. They don't know the word "love", they just do it. Who are we? 😥Filed under: Uncategorized
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