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May 2017
Little life.
Soft fingers turning pages.
You will never be the same as you were a moment ago.
Constantly moving and constantly learning.
Airplanes,
whispers and
cookie crumbs.
Already your life is moving faster and leaving yesterday to the dogs.
None of us are here forever,
but if only somehow I could freeze these little moments in time
and re-live them forever and ever.
This is for  and about my youngest son.
Summer Edmonds
Written by
Summer Edmonds  30/F/Kentucky
(30/F/Kentucky)   
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