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The essence of time

It’s a whole new concept now.

There’s no real rushing to be at a certain place at a certain time – as hard as I try it’s inevitable that it won’t happen.

We’ve had two times where we’re set to go and I find myself sitting in a carpark breast feeding in the backseat of the car, boob hanging out bearing all.. and I honestly don’t care. All I want is for her to stop crying and when slowly the calm silence sets in I breathe, sit and take the moments to just be.

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