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childhood

memories of a baby

The roundness of his cheek in stillness proves that nothing exists, more pure, than a sleeping baby. The soft, cushioned pads of his little fingers. His hands move with innate […]

Shitty Shirt

Today I left the house with poo on my jumper. I saw it there as I left the kindergarten classroom, my child having been dropped off as the final participant […]

Those California Smiles

It’s funny, thinking back┬áto when we were kids. Unconsciously taking each moment as it came, not worried that standing in the rain would make our clothes wet and we’d be […]