I read some Whitman today
"The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long
time"I am trying to find the time to be patient and thoughtful
I am trying to stop stressing about the unimportant things
there are so many
but Blaise sleeps
he sleeps
sweetly and soft
squishy and sweaty
and we all feel better
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