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Jul 17
2008
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In my own eyesPosted by msazi in Untagged |
I sit at the front pouch watching my baby and brother have a heart to heart talk. I am happy .... at least they can talk. Nothing brings more joy to my heart than to see my baby and one whom I have shared a womb with have something in common to converse about. We drain a few alcoholic beverages and let the sun begin to set. No worries .... just letting the world pass by. One day, one hour, one of each just passing by.

In my own eyes
