My little wild child stands in the woods–blows the dandelion seeds into the air and captures them when they fall. I look on with a smile plastered across my worried face. How long will she have in this world living wild and free before this world comes for her? My little wild child–notices my frozen, frustrated face and collects her seeds–places them in my hands . . . “Better days are growing, we just can’t see them right now, they’re only seeds.” My little wild child . . . lights up my life . . . lights up my life.
A Cornered Gurl 
Love the imagery, Tre.
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Thank you, Mags.
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You’re very welcome.
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Oh, YES.
-David
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🙌🙏🤣
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This is beautiful
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Thank you!
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Better days are growing, we just can’t see them right now, they’re only seeds.
I loved this!
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💙🙏
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Breaks the heart, for both reasons.
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💙
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Children do light up our lives.
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I’m going to visit my baby cousins later today and I’m rather excited about seeing them. They give me such joy.
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Great.
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