fiascos, shenanigans, and the most beautiful binds. instigated by one tiny girl, miss Poppy Avalon.
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Be a blessing…
When Poppy says she’s leaving…
Surgery, sanity, and 8 little fingers.
We’re Boston bound, baby!
Dear well-meaning friends, family, therapists, doctors, and strangers…
That night, again.
Three hundred sixty nine days.
Another 8 stitches…
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