Days With Baby

And oh how the corridors are brightly lit. Oh how my eyes carry 
weights and my arms carry child. The magical place this is, beaming with
hard work and the cartons of patience one must have. I’m in it. I am in these corridors for the long run, carrying as many cartons as I can, beaming through tired eyes and unwashed hair.


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