PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

breaking out

Thursday, Jun. 15, 2006
One day he's a toddler and you chase him down a narrow hall in your home�swearing to god you will catch him. I don�t think you can ever really do that�you watch your children grow up much in the way you see a butterfly come out of the cocoon�you know they will fly away�.all grown up�too soon�.






I'll give him this much...he picks the pretty girls....
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