My babies

My children have beautiful souls. They do.

Last night was delightful. First night of the holidays. Oozing chilled, mildly intoxicated, banter.

I love my children.

Binary fluid, cocaine, covid corruption, our past, the times they were born, how many squares each individual has a right to on the corner sofa, did we attend a cult or a church since they were born, if I’m black or a woman of colour, were just a few of the topics that breezed through our cosy Christmas scene.

Talk about Woke.

These people gonna change the world.

Always love. Love always.

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