Beautiful writing; poetic imagery.
“He was sleeping by the time we got home, and I carried him to bed, opening the doors with my elbows and tiptoeing quietly, careful not to wake him. We brought the cool outside air in on our clothes, but his little body was warm as I laid him on his bed, pulling off his boots and tucking him in.”
— Sep 20, 2026 10:38AM
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