Eight years back when I was first married to an awful woman from Reading, England; I had a daughter. She lived 10 days on a machine because her lungs didn't work right. Marley was a Preme. Every year I make it a point to make one piece of art for Marley. She would be eight this year. Sometimes I see her as a baby and other times I imagine her older. It brings me peace.
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tbars:
This is beautiful. What a lovely way to remember your daughter.
robsnow:
diamond tits!!