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Monday, July 2, 2018

I Wish People Would Send me their Writing

The laugh of a baby is...unique.

The joy exhausts him, like a balloon flying around the room, a scud missile of happiness.

It's crazy.  I never imagined there was laughter like that.  It's pure.  Pure like water from a history book.

Baby laughs are time travel.

Thank you to my baby.

Thank you for being laughter 

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