Tag: mother son bond
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Precipice

He stands at the precipice. Breathing in the wonder… the possibilities. Knowing I must let go in order for him to fly. Soar my baby, soar. It’s the little things… —V

He stands at the precipice. Breathing in the wonder… the possibilities. Knowing I must let go in order for him to fly. Soar my baby, soar. It’s the little things… —V