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- Abigail
- 1 Heart + 1 Girl + 11 children = a whole mess of snapshots (and a whole lotta ones)
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3 comments :
adorable, squirrel.
sometimes when I see my children curled like so I wonder if they might be somehow subconsciously reminiscing wombdom.
I think they are.
I sleep that way myself a lot, which contributes to my stellar posture.
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