My nephew, Mari. He’s the cutest. He came over and acted as Erika’s illegitimate son. He wasn’t cooperating all that much though but that’s okay. He’s only 2. And all that cuteness makes everything else forgiveable.

My nephew, Mari. He’s the cutest. He came over and acted as Erika’s illegitimate son. He wasn’t cooperating all that much though but that’s okay. He’s only 2. And all that cuteness makes everything else forgiveable.

My nephew, Mari. He’s the cutest. He came over and acted as Erika’s illegitimate son. He wasn’t cooperating all that much though but that’s okay. He’s only 2. And all that cuteness makes everything else forgiveable.

My nephew, Mari. He’s the cutest. He came over and acted as Erika’s illegitimate son. He wasn’t cooperating all that much though but that’s okay. He’s only 2. And all that cuteness makes everything else forgiveable.

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that's when i realized that words have wings;
they're kind of like birds but mostly like children,
whom you groom and raise.
you mold them and shape them well
and, like the sky that has no limits,
you hope that someday,
somebody will take them home,
call them their own;
that they will find a place to belong.
-amena brown

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