My dreams are a patchwork of snipped memories, random pieces of you and me, of good times and bad. And knitted to them are my hopes and fears, my possible futures.
And there is the naked baby I curled up in bed with, the peace and serenity of that moment where time is measured breaths. If only life is like that slow, measured and calming.
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