Archives for posts with tag: children

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The penis ballerina
Pancakes. A day too soon but still delicious.
‘Why were you on your knees, Michael?’

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This sign.
He text me.
Speaking to dad.

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Seeing his nephew run into a bush.
Meeting a feminist, socialist,  environmentalist who also wants to own an organic campsite. We are one person.
Speaking to my mum.