“like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, so do our minutes hasten to their end; each changing place with that which goes before...” -sonnet 60, shakespeare.
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how beautiful is it when nature + innocence collides? as i am visually reminded of the
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
