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Nov 2023
These Winter mornings when the light doesn't rise so lightly and the nights hold on ever so tightly and each day looks like it wants to fight me, but then I see her in her baby doll nightie and decide that I'm staying at home.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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