June 17, 2020

Something of a memory or a false memorialized sensation . The truth won't materialize , but the feel of a larger finger fresh in my skins mind... Id work my baby fist around it to stumble and toddle. A sliding grip like working an udder. Squeeze to stand...My balance milk. Dad, the jut of your finger down. An offer for the tiny in me to grow

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