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Aug 7
Baby toes
lined in a row
scrunching up the rug.

Much preferring
bubble spits
on me than gentle hugs.

Reaching out
with chubby hands
to me, whom takes steps back.
Not to reject,
but encourage firsts,
one-two-three-four!

We clap.
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pleblderblerbmerbcschrb  23/fatigue
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