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Does he see tinted, tainted, tired? Is he pleased as I create my toddler pictures from broken crayon? Do my dances and twirls create pleasure, or embarrassment? I tell him my stories and wait for the laugh at the right time. I hope there is pride when my days are full of showing the “new” that I learned. Is there a frown when I spit and pull hair and stomp my feet? Wondering at the mind of God.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 11:42 PM UTC
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Does he see tinted, tainted, tired? Is he pleased as I create my toddler pictures from broken crayon? Do my dances and twirls create pleasure, or embarrassment? I tell him my stories and wait for the laugh at the right time. I hope there is pride when my days are full of showing the “new” that I learned. Is there a frown when I spit and pull hair and stomp my feet? Wondering at the mind of God.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 11:42 PM UTC
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