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My Daughter angel she rolls over and sighs in her sleep such a tiny, slight sound but it fills my whole head. a song of distant cherubs the sound of the sun rising. she reaches for me in the dark, chubby hands instinctively grappling out in search of my older worn palms, fingers that feel […]