I'm all wrapped up in my mother's face,
with a touch of my father, just up around the eyes.
And the sound of my brother's laugh...
more wrapped up in what binds our ever-destined lives.
late night ponderings, mid-day wonderings, early morning epiphanies. quotations, song lyrics, inside jokes...a small window into my life, and why it is worth living. though being six again would be grand.
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