Tiny BITE

Dad, pre-op

Yesterday, Little Oxlox lost her mother.  Losing a parent is unmooring.

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1 Response to Tiny BITE

  1. Kate says:

    Maud and I frequently pass by your father’s tree on the way to school. I always say, “Good morning, Mr. Stone.”

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