Wonder Your innocence is overwhelming. I am never wise. I wish that I could follow down those winding corridors Follow in your memories, rock the cradle where your baby lies. To smell the scent of breast and rest on warmer shores. But the dream was broken once awareness spilled. One felt one's life... Sign in to see full entry.
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