Last week he cried & cried.
I drew him in close to my belly & my breast and sleep over took him.
Love over took me.
This week, after he finished his bottle, he picked himself up, and nestled his head in my shoulder. Asleep, fast & purring.
And I cried, letting love drain out of me.
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mmm. i like the words you used to say this.
I was missing you and so I read some of your poetry.
I had the feeling that you are falling in love with a new place and I think I was right. I love you, Kate McK and I can't wait to see you.
-Pen
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