My seven-year-old daughter
looked back at me
as she was colouring,
smiled and declared:
“You’re my warm spot.”
And I knew in that moment
that I will get a tattoo
after all.
My seven-year-old daughter
looked back at me
as she was colouring,
smiled and declared:
“You’re my warm spot.”
And I knew in that moment
that I will get a tattoo
after all.
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