Fin (or Reading to Fin and other children)

For Fin   I am drawn to your innocence but it frightens me too.   I tread carefully around you lest you might break me with your laughter.   How could we ever be the same? Ten fingers, ten toes, one head, one heart but the sunlight caresses your skin; on mine, it is rough…Read more Fin (or Reading to Fin and other children)

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