how beautifully blind we are to ignore the smallest things in us,
Timid eyes touched by sadness, enforced by determination, brimming with a quiet strength. Silver grey hair shimmering in the dimpled light.
An epiphany as prolific as Santa bursting forth from the depths of the pool suddenly
But when she came to me with tearful puppy dog eyes – how could I turn her down? I would’ve been a bad mom, don’t you think?
from the moment they enter your world, till the moment they leave, they make you question your being?
I assumed that if something wasn't entertaining or thought provoking, that it shouldn't be shared.
Now trust me, you never ever want to be confronted by something you cuddle at night, filled with glazed, hunter eyes and lockjaw.
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