and my wrens. .
... knows when to lift her head on his stomach
... takes a bit 'on my head ... I
follows
... smiles with his eyes when he hears my voice ...
tip
feet ... makes tear dall'occhietto right
smiles at everyone ... and I ...
every day ... I love my wrens
... I came back completely with my strength before I can think of pregnancy and childbirth "with a certain detachment"
... I wake up at night without suffering
... I have tendinitis in my arms as I hold the Scircciola
... I feel one with the Scircciola , and now that we begin to understand more intimate
stiamo crescendo insieme
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