Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
That's 19 months of sweetness.
Dandelions in his hand and on his jacket. Very sweet.
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That's 19 months of sweetness.
Dandelions in his hand and on his jacket. Very sweet.
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