Posts from the the 52 project Category

We took a snowy walk up the street to the neighborhood fire station. He was awed.

The way she holds her hands is something I never want to forget. They are so delicate and fragile and perfect and impossible and full of potential.

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Her sweet smiles are the most flattering things.

He and I got out of the house, just the two of us. He cracks the crunchy ice under his boots and eats the snow, and says “Swing me so high?”