Life I’d taste her baby pink lipstick and that when I’d melt she’d whisper in my ear, tonight she really was mine Shawshank, May 25, 2022 Good morning, friends. It’s a bright and sunny Wednesday so far. It’s going to be a good day weather wise here I believe. Coffee is brewing and I’m slowly coming to consciousness. I have a little one on my chest. She slept on the couch all night until 5 when I went out and carried… Continue Reading