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Oct 2019
It's the little things that count.
Like little kids learning little skills.
Little girls chasing little boys.
Little blocks, stacked on top each other.

Or little girls, getting touched by big hands.
Little boys getting taken by big men.
Little kids with little skills.
Little kids who learn to count what little time they have.
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Lizzie Matthias
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Lizzie Matthias  16/Cisgender Female/Scandinavia πŸ‡©πŸ‡°πŸ‡ΈπŸ‡ͺπŸ‡³πŸ‡΄
(16/Cisgender Female/Scandinavia πŸ‡©πŸ‡°πŸ‡ΈπŸ‡ͺπŸ‡³πŸ‡΄)   
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