It feels good to be insular and inwards during this deep, quiet bowl of winter we are presently curled within.
The press of warm, small bodies against mine is familiar and sweet; how well they fit outside as well as in.
It feels like an altogether different season when I was pregnant.
Nestled, exploring our little universe of sanctum in each other.
This is how our days are shaped.

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