Inner Smile
I’m crying. A lot. Unexpectedly. When I see my boys, or just sitting in a chair, not thinking about much. Sinking into my fear?. Fear of what? A tear? A query into life itself. Where from? Where
I’m crying. A lot. Unexpectedly. When I see my boys, or just sitting in a chair, not thinking about much. Sinking into my fear?. Fear of what? A tear? A query into life itself. Where from? Where
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