The children are getting older and
I don’t know how we ever managed
with the dark nights and heavy car-
seats and babies nursing at my bleeding
breast. Nothing is easier and yet
here we are making pancakes
with the radio on.
The children are getting older and
I don’t know how we ever managed
with the dark nights and heavy car-
seats and babies nursing at my bleeding
breast. Nothing is easier and yet
here we are making pancakes
with the radio on.
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