You’ve gone to bed with the baby again, as I step gingerly through the house, searching for quiet projects I can take to completion and leave for you like origami. Each room for you to wake in as you wander,
You’ve gone to bed with the baby again, as I step gingerly through the house, searching for quiet projects I can take to completion and leave for you like origami. Each room for you to wake in as you wander,
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