Sleeping like a baby.
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Comment by Anonymous
September 5, 2006 @ 7:41 pm
Aw. Bwess its wittle heart :O) I can just hear his soft little baby breaths :O)
~Lori~
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In my favorite poem by Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay, he reminds us that like the seasons of nature, life is one season melting into another, and quickly fading away. This is my attempt to document each season in my life and my family.
