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Jul 2017
My little son is radiant
surrounded by gold and brilliance
sometimes i think he only glimpses me
through glimmering clouds of celestial glory
he smiles and giggles and claps hands at me
holy light pierces fragile darkness
like the moon i clap hands back.
Alex Fontaine
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Alex Fontaine  31/M/Harrisburg, Pa
(31/M/Harrisburg, Pa)   
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   winter sakuras, NV and Madeon
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