Sometimes the slice of life is that there is no slice
The slice is the routine
The cancel all plans of housework and errands
The slice is the canceled walk on the first full day of sunshine in months
The slice is the crying fussy baby
The tired mommy
The holding her while she finally sleeps
The turning on a movie
The hormonal tears that flow without reason and for every reason all at once
Sometimes the slice of life is that there is no slice; Just the whole of life wrapping itself around
The slice is the routine
The cancel all plans of housework and errands
The slice is the canceled walk on the first full day of sunshine in months
The slice is the crying fussy baby
The tired mommy
The holding her while she finally sleeps
The turning on a movie
The hormonal tears that flow without reason and for every reason all at once
Sometimes the slice of life is that there is no slice; Just the whole of life wrapping itself around
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