Sweet eyes

Healing and hurting have intersected and coincided for a while. Phoebe loves when I clean her face, and I will cherish the memory of her head rested in one hand, relaxed and comforted while I wipe and brush the dirt away with the other, those sweet eyes looking up to me as if to say, “Thank you. I love you.”

Soundtrack: Lost In My Mind – The Head and the Heart

Author: Cayce Tiedemann

Multidisciplinary artist and writer in Atlanta

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