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  1. I love my nephew so much. Wish I could see him/spend more time with him. Rayven brings me (and my family) so much joys & laughs 💗 He had a good time visiting Mom today.
    VGH has moved her yet again. She's now in 7North - same unit as my neighbour, Kerry.

    #Family #QualityTime #FamilyBonding #BiracialNephew #TeochewVietScottish #FamilyLove #playtime #FamilyMoments

  2. Happy National Aunt and Uncle Day! 🎉

    Celebrating all the fun, supportive, and amazing aunts and uncles out there today! 💜

    Drop a comment and give a shoutout to your favorite aunt or uncle (or tag them below!) 👇

    Love and hugs 💜🤗

    #nationalauntanduncleday #family #honoraryfamily #familylove #jenniesworld

  3. Livro 13: 1980 (Poema 01/60) Estou aqui no mundo

    Livro 13: 1980 (Poema 01/60)

    Estou aqui no mundo

    Os meus olhos se abrem para esse mundo.
    Existem dois mundos para eu habitar:
    o mundo externo
    e o mundo colorido de nossa fantasia.

    Existe um mundo cruel
    que castra.
    Tudo é explosivo.
    Neste mundo, é melhor nem pensar.





    Adquira seu exemplar aqui


    O mundo em que estou vivendo
    é um mundo de alegria.
    É um mundo idealizado por uma criança.
    É um mundo onde só existem paz, alegria e muita esperança.

    Um mundo entre duas realidades.
    O meu mundo de recém-nascido é intocável.
    Mesmo que a crise mundial esteja acontecendo,
    o meu mundo é a mais doce fantasia.

    O sagrado ninho recebe a minha existência.
    Meu sacrossanto corpinho
    recebe os mais atenciosos cuidados e afetos.
    Minha única missão é existir.

    O meu mundo hoje é minha linda fantasia.
    Minha família sempre cuidando de mim,
    me protegendo do tal mundo real.
    Sou grato a meu Deus.

    Carlos de Campos



    Avalie isto:

    #1980 #1980कवत #1980Poetry #1980年诗歌 #alegría #alegria #amorFamiliar #autoconhecimento #असततव #असततववदकवत #आतरकदनय #आश #ईशवर #कलपन #कररदनय #खश #चतनशलकवत #जवन #जवनपरकवत #दवसतवकतए #नवजतशश #परवरपरकवत #परवरकपरम #बचपनककवत #बचपनपरकवत #बहरदनय #भवनतमकसमत #वसतवकतऔरकलपन #वशवस #शत #सखदबचपन #सरकष #समत #bayiBaruLahir #bebéReciénNacido #Brasil #CaravanaGrupoEditorial #CarlosDeCampos #childhoodPoem #childhoodPoetry #criança #criseMundial #cruelWorld #现实与幻想 #生命 #童年诗歌 #Deus #Dios #dosRealidades #duaRealitas #duasRealidades #duniaBatin #duniaLuar #duniaYangKejam #Бог #вера #внешниймир #внутренниймир #воображение #двереальности #жестокиймир #жизнь #защита #мир #надежда #новорождённыйребёнок #ностальгия #поэзия1980года #поэзияодетстве #emotionalMemory #enquantoASolidãoMeAbraça #EnquantoASolidãoMeAbraçaAdquiraOSeuExemplar #esperança #esperanza #existência #Existence #existencia #existentialPoetry #externalWorld #faith #família #familyLove #familyPoem #fantasía #fantasi #fantasia #fantasy #Fé #fe #God #happyChildhood #harapan #homem #hope #imaginação #imaginación #imagination #imajinasi #iman #infanciaFeliz #infância #infânciaFeliz #innerWorld #joy #kasihSayangKeluarga #kebahagiaan #keberadaan #kedamaian #kehidupan #kenanganEmosional #kenyataanDanFantasi #life #lifePoem #literatura #literaturaBrasileira #Livro13 #masaKecilYangBahagia #memóriaAfetiva #MemóriaEPoesia #memoriaAfectiva #Mulher #Mundo #mundoCruel #mundoExterior #mundoExterno #mundoInterior #mundoReal #nascimento #newbornBaby #nostalgia #радость #реальностьифантазия #рефлексивнаяпоэзия #семейнаялюбовь #стихотворениеодетстве #стихотворениеожизни #стихотворениеосемье #существование #счастливоедетство #фантазия #экзистенциальнаяпоэзия #эмоциональнаяпамять #paz #peace #perlindungan #poema #poema01 #poemaSobreLaFamilia #poemaSobreLaInfancia #poemaSobreLaVida #poesíaDe1980 #poesíaExistencial #poesíaReflexiva #poesíaSobreLaInfancia #poesia #poesiaAutoral #poesiaBrasileira #PoesiaContemporânea #PoesiaExistencial #PoesiaGeral #poesiaReflexiva #poesiaSobreAFamília #poesiaSobreAInfância #poesiaSobreAVida #Proteção #protección #protection #puisiEksistensial #puisiMasaKanakKanak #puisiReflektif #puisiTahun1980 #puisiTentangKehidupan #puisiTentangKeluarga #puisiTentangMasaKanakKanak #realidadYFantasía #realidadeEFantasia #realityAndFantasy #recémNascido #reflectivePoetry #Tuhan #twoRealities #vida #关于生命的诗 #关于童年的诗 #关于家庭的诗 #内心世界 #和平 #哲思诗歌 #外部世界 #存在 #存在主义诗歌 #家庭之爱 #希望 #幸福的童年 #幻想 #怀旧 #情感记忆 #想象力 #新生儿 #欢乐 #残酷的世界 #上帝 #两种现实 #保护 #信仰
  4. SHORT STORY: The Dance of the Lost Souls (part two)

    “Mya…”

    The whisper drifted through the night once more.

    My grandmother.

    It had to be.

    For years I had longed to hear her voice again. I had replayed memories in my mind, afraid that one day I would forget the way she laughed, the softness of her hands, the way she always called me by the name no one else dared use.

    Now, somehow she was calling me.

    The music swelled, rising and falling with the wind.

    The forest had become a place without life.

    Yet I did not feel alone.

    I felt watched.

    Then I saw it.

    A pale mist drifted between the trees as though it already knew where it was going.

    I followed.

    The trees suddenly gave way to an enormous clearing.

    At its centre stood the ancient silk-cotton tree my grandmother had spoken of so many times.

    It was larger than any tree I had ever imagined.

    Its roots rose from the earth like the backs of sleeping giants, winding around one another until they formed natural arches.

    The branches stretched into the sky, disappearing into darkness.

    The moonlight shimmered across the fog, creating shapes that appeared and vanished.

    Then the shapes became people.

    Transparent. Their feet never truly touched the ground.

    They glided over the mist in perfect harmony, moving as though one heartbeat guided them all.

    Their dance was impossibly beautiful.

    For a brief moment, I forgot to be afraid.

    The music welcomed me.

    Each soul carried an unfinished story.

    Lives interrupted.

    Promises broken.

    Words left unsaid.

    I felt every one of them.

    Tears rolled down my cheeks without my understanding why.

    Then I saw her.

    She stood perfectly still while everyone else danced.

    She wore a faded blue wrapper embroidered with tiny white flowers.

    I knew that wrapper.

    “Grandma…”

    “My little Mya.”

    The sound of my name broke something inside me.

    I ran toward her.

    My arms passed through her like cold smoke.

    I stumbled.

    She remained standing exactly where she was, but the dance continued.

    The music grew louder.

    The souls began moving closer.

    Their glowing eyes watched me with desperate hope.

    “You should not have come.” Grandma said

    “You called me.” I said tear filling my eyes

    “No.” She said

    “I prayed you wouldn’t even hear them.”

    A cold shiver travelled through me.

    “The voice you heard…”

    “…wasn’t mine.”

    The dancers circled us.

    Closer.

    Closer.

    Their movements became faster.

    The music deepened.

    It no longer sounded beautiful.

    It sounded fast paced and had like a screeching sound like discs being merged together.

    I tried to step backward.

    My feet refused.

    The mist wrapped itself around my ankles.

    Cold fingers brushed against my skin.

    Then more.

    Hands.

    Dozens of invisible hands.

    “I can’t move.”

    “I know.” Grandma said

    One by one, the dancers reached toward me.

    Their fingertips barely grazed my shoulders.

    Each touch stole something.

    The smell of my mother’s cooking.

    Gone.

    My father’s laughter.

    Gone.

    The sound of rain against my apartment window.

    Gone.

    My first day at school.

    Gone.

    I gasped.

    I couldn’t remember what month it was.

    Then…

    I couldn’t remember how old I was.

    Fear gripped my chest.

    Not because of the ghosts.

    Because I was disappearing.

    The music wrapped around me.

    It made me feel

    No more pain.

    No more loneliness.

    No more goodbyes.

    Just dance.

    Forever.

    I looked down.

    My feet no longer touched the ground.

    I was floating.

    The mist curled around my body like a second skin.

    Grandma tried to grab me but couldn’t so she closed her eyes.

    When she opened them again, she looked exactly as she had when I was a little girl telling me bedtime stories.

    “You still have birthdays left.”

    “You still have stories you haven’t written.”

    “You still have people waiting for you.”

    Tears filled my eyes and I asked “What about you?”

    “My story ended long ago my child…”

    “…some endings become someone else’s beginning.”

    The invisible hands pulled at me harder.

    The circle tightened.

    The music became deafening. I tried lifting my hands but couldn’t.

    Grandma stepped forward and entered the circle.

    Every soul stopped dancing.

    They turned toward her.

    And there was sudden silence.

    Then she looked back at me and lifted both my hands.

    Though her hands never touched me, I felt my hands go up and warmth explode through my body.

    The invisible fingers released me.

    The mist tore away from my skin.

    The music had faded

    “Run.”

    “I can’t leave you.”

    “You already did.”

    “What?”

    “The day you chose to keep living.”

    The wind roared.

    The circle broke.

    Something pushed me backward with tremendous force.

    I fell.

    The clearing blurred.

    The tree disappeared.

    I felt hands shake my shoulders violently.

    I opened my eyes.

    My mother knelt beside my bed.

    Her face was pale with fear.

    “Thank God.”

    “You wouldn’t wake up,” my mother whispered.

    I sat up slowly. 

    “I’m fine mum” “I had the strangest dream.” I said

    The room spun.

    My mum sighed and left. 

    My memory of the night felt so real but it became hazy, like a fading dream, but one thing remained clear: the dance of souls was real.

    We went back to the city after the birthday party. Years passed but I could never forget that night, I had always wished to go back to the village but where was the time. 

    The dance went on each year, deep in the heart of the forest, but never again did I venture near for I knew now that some things were meant to remain undisturbed, secrets best left unsaid. 

    Thank you for reading!!!

    Love,

    Dupe Abiona.

    #books #creativeWriting #dreaming #familylove #fiction #fictionalwriting #futuristicnovels #futuristicshortstories #shortnovels #shortstories #shortstory #story
  5. ✮ Blinker ✮

    We spend so much time blinking and looking away,
    we blink so much that we don’t realize our fuse is alight.
    A turn of the dial,
    into another scene,
    never rooted in the moment,
    as transient as everything mortal.
    We blink, to erase the unpleasant,
    we blink, to jump forward,
    coil our bodies around rest,
    wrap paychecks inside our hands,
    so, we can blink a little more.
    We skip and jump out of the day,
    when tomorrow is worse than today,
    we blink it away,
    as if we have unlimited blinks,
    and soon enough we’ll hit a wall
    and wish we could have kept our eyes open
    more frequently.

    Here today; gone tomorrow, never take anything for granted.

    When complaining about long walks, someone is dreaming of having such luxury. Walks that people take for granted mean everything to someone else who is bound by a condition that prevents them from doing so. They could be bedridden; they could be hiding in fear in a war zone; they could be impeded by physical conditions that limit them.

    You complain about tidying up. It’s because you have a home. You stress out over traffic. It’s because you have a car. You can’t deal with the noise. You have a family. Someone out there wants what you have but can only dream of it.

    When frowning in dissatisfaction over a prepared meal, think about that person who took time and poured every ounce of their heart, hoping to bring you happiness. Think.

    Be grateful that you are in school; not everyone is afforded such an opportunity. Not as a promise to secure a job, but to learn. Bitterness often comes from discounting what people already have. Contentment, as they say, is the key to happiness. Dream, but be forgiving. If it’s yours, it will come to fruition. If not, steady your heart and live with what you have.

    Never neglect people or things that add, give, and bring value to your life. Blessed are those who can’t count how many people they love with their fingers. If you do, you’re already rich. Hurray! You will have someone to turn to.

    At the end of the day, when all that you take for granted is gone, what will be left of you?

    Copyright © Erwinism. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in critical reviews or scholarly work. This work is protected under international copyright laws. Unauthorized use or reproduction of this material is strictly prohibited and may result in legal action.

    Live it Up!

    #ActsOfKindness #AppreciatingLife #AppreciatingLovedOnes #Appreciation #BeautyInOrdinaryLife #BlinkMore #Blinking #CherishEveryMoment #Compassion #Condition #ConsciousLiving #Contentment #CountYourBlessings #CreativeNonfiction #Dial #EducationMatters #EmotionalResilience #EmotionalWellbeing #Empathy #Erase #Erwinism #EverydayBlessings #EverydayPhilosophy #EyesOpen #FamilyLove #FindingJoy #FindingMeaning #Fuse #FYP #GoneTomorrow #Grateful #Gratitude #GratitudeJournal #GratitudeMindset #Happiness #HereToday #HitAWall #HomeAndBelonging #HumanCondition #HumanExperience #Inspiration #InspirationalLiterature #InspirationalWriting #IntentionalLiving #Jump #Learning #Life #LifeIsShort #LifeLessons #LifeReflection #LiteraryEssay #LiteraryProse #LiveFully #LivingInThePresent #LookingAway #Love #MeaningOfLife #MentalHealth #MentalWellness #Mindfulness #ModernPhilosophy #moment #Mortal #Mortality #Motivation #OrdinaryMiracles #PassageOfTime #Paychecks #PersonalGrowth #PerspectiveOnLife #PhilosophicalWriting #Poem #PoeticProse #Poetry #PositiveMindset #PresentMoment #Progress #ReflectiveEssay #RelationshipsMatter #Rest #Scene #SchoolAndLearning #SelfReflection #Simplicity #Skip #SlowLiving #Thankfulness #TheGiftOfToday #ThoughtProvoking #Tomorrow #Transient #UnlimitedBlinks #Unpleasant #Value #ValueOfFamily #WakeUpAndLive #Walks #Writing
  6. My Aunties & Uncles who are visiting from out of town are staying for the whole week 😀
    They bought us a lot of delicious fruits today!

    #FamilyLove #FruitsLove

  7. Shalini

    Published in 2006 - Edited in 2026 “Come Mohandas, it is time for your interview with the doctor.” “Yes, coming.” Rishi, a young assistant, dressed in a freshly starched uniform walked ahead, as he led a tired old man, with balding head, thinly covered with greying hair, to the consulting rooms. At his soft knock, a deep voice from inside replied, “Come in.” “Sir, patient No. 33.” The square room was sparsely furnished. At the far end, there was a wooden table with two […]

    ishitadeshmukh.com/2026/06/26/

  8. Allu Arjun Marks Son Ayaan's Birthday Amidst Film Engagements

    Actor Allu Arjun celebrated his son Ayaan's birthday on April 3rd in Hyderabad, sharing heartfelt posts on social media while working on 'AA23'.

    #AlluArjun #AyaanBirthday #Tollywood #AA23 #FamilyLove

    newsletter.tf/allu-arjun-son-a

  9. Allu Arjun shared a touching photo celebrating his son Ayaan's birthday on April 3rd. This comes after his recent Best Actor win for 'Pushpa 2'.

    #AlluArjun #AyaanBirthday #Tollywood #AA23 #FamilyLove
    newsletter.tf/allu-arjun-son-a

  10. Harper Beckham Expresses Affection for Estranged Brother Brooklyn Amidst Family Strain

    Harper Beckham sends loving messages to her brother Brooklyn. This happens as reports say the family is having some problems. Learn more about Harper's actions.

    #HarperBeckham, #BrooklynBeckham, #BeckhamFamily, #FamilyLove, #CelebrityNews

    newsletter.tf/harper-beckham-l

  11. Young Harper Beckham has shared kind words for her brother Brooklyn. This comes as people say there are some issues between Brooklyn and the rest of the family. Harper seems to want everyone to get along.

    #HarperBeckham, #BrooklynBeckham, #BeckhamFamily, #FamilyLove, #CelebrityNews

    newsletter.tf/harper-beckham-l

  12. RE: mastodon.social/@lina19942810/

    ‼️ EMERGENCY‼️

    Lina's husband Mahmoud has a serious infection which means he's in imminent danger of amputation. This family needs donations urgently. All donations will make a difference.

    #Gaza #Palestine #GazaVerified #help #humanity #health #compassion #hope #savegaza #medicine #familylove #boost

  13. Cậu bé lớp 5 nhịn tiêu vặt suốt 6 tháng để dành tiền mua đôi giày tặng mẹ nhân dịp sinh nhật khiến cộng đồng mạng không khỏi xúc động. Hành động giản dị nhưng đầy tình cảm của cậu bé 11 tuổi là bài học về lòng biết ơn và sự yêu thương dành cho cha mẹ. #Heartwarming #Vietnam #FamilyLove #CauBeLop5 #MeVietNam #TinhCamGiaDinh

    vtcnews.vn/xuc-dong-cau-be-lop

  14. Con gái lấy chồng chỉ cách nhà 14km nhưng với bố, khoảng cách đó cũng khiến ông nhớ nhung da diết. Khoảnh khắc người cha nhảy cẫng lên vì vui sướng khi con gái hứa sẽ về nhà ăn cơm khiến hàng ngàn người rơi nước mắt. Tình cảm gia đình giản dị mà thiêng liêng khiến ai cũng phải nghẹn ngào.

    #FamilyLove #TìnhYêuGiaĐình #CảmĐộng #ChaVàConGái #XúcĐộng #Heartwarming #VietnameseFamily

    vtcnews.vn/xuc-dong-clip-bo-nh

  15. **Anh trai khóc dặn em gái đi làm dâu: "Không như ở nhà, không biết thì hỏi"**

    Màn dặn dò đầy yêu thương của anh trai trước ngày em gái về nhà chồng khiến cộng đồng mạng bùi ngùi. "Nghe anh Hai nói nè, đi qua đây không phải như ở nhà; cái gì không biết em nhớ hỏi nghen...", lời nói giản dị nhưng đầy tình cảm, khiến ai cũng thấy ấm lòng.

    #AnhTrai #TinhCamGiaDinh #CuocSongMoi #EmGai #DauXa #VietnameseCulture #FamilyLove #WeddingEmotions #LifeLessons #SiblingsBond

    vtcnews.vn/clip-anh-tra

  16. Vợ của người hùng đã xả thân cứu 3 em nhỏ khỏi đuối nước vẫn ngày ngày gìn giữ quán lẩu xương cừu – nơi từng là mái ấm nhỏ của hai vợ chồng. Dù trái tim còn rạn nứt vì mất mát, chị kiên cường tiếp tục công việc để nuôi dưỡng ký ức và tình yêu bền chặt họ từng có. Quán không chỉ mở cửa để kinh doanh mà đã trở thành điểm hẹn nghĩa tình, nơi lưu giữ câu chuyện về một người chồng dũng cảm và một tình vợ chồng son sắt.

    #Hero #FamilyLove #VietnamStory #TìnhYêuVợChồng #NgườiHùngVôDanh #CứuNgười #LòngD

  17. It's a profound and humbling shift in perspective. You start parenthood thinking your job is to be their guide and protector, their "hero," but then you watch them. You see their resilience in the face of challenges, their unfiltered honesty, their boundless capacity for joy over the smallest things, and their innate kindness. Suddenly, you realize they are the ones teaching you, reminding you of what's truly important.

    That realization is a quiet one. They look up to you, believing you have all the answers and all the strength. Yet, secretly, you are drawing inspiration from their courage to be unapologetically themselves and their ability to face each new day with fresh eyes. They become your moral compass and your motivation, the standard of goodness you strive to meet.

    The artwork presents a silhouette of a kneeling adult holding hands with a child, who carries a glowing lantern, set against a backdrop of layered mountains and a winding river illuminated by a setting sun. Above, the text "THEY THINK YOU ARE THEIR HERO. YOU REALIZE... THEY ARE YOURS" is displayed, with "LEADING THE WAY TO WHAT TRULY MATTERS." at the bottom. A rustic wooden signpost stands to the left, enhancing the scene's depth.

    #Fatherhood, #FamilyValues, #Inspiration, #Love, #Parenting, #Children, #Hope, #Guidance, #SilhouetteArt, #SunsetScenery, #MountainViews, #RiverJourney, #LanternLight, #Togetherness, #FamilyLove, #Heroism, #Motivation, #Kindness, #Legacy, #FamilyFirst, #art, #ai, #aiart, #aichallenge, #aicommunity

  18. We don't just live for our families; we live through them.
    The closest we come to eternal life on earth isn't through science, but through memory and legacy. Every story shared, every lesson taught, every tradition upheld—that is a piece of us made eternal. It's how the love we gave yesterday lives on today.
    Just as in this life we are made eternal through our families, so it is in heaven.
    #EternalLife #Legacy #familylove

  19. 🏆 Young chess champs with big hearts! They donated their prize money to a cause they love, and Steve Hartman shares a touching family bonding story.

    @goodnews

    #GoodNews #Generosity #FamilyLove #ChessHeroes
    cbsnews.com/video/the-uplift-c

  20. My kid did lunch for me. He really knows me! 🍬🍸 #Parenting #FamilyLove

  21. @3goodthings

    I had a wonderful day with my cousin and the kids.
    - we went for a walk
    - played some board games
    - had a very delicious meal for dinner

    I feel so blessed with my family 🌟🙏🏻🌟🥰💞

    #3GoodThingsToday #3gutedingedestages #familylove #grateful

  22. Raven, getting really giddy about playing with balls with his Grandma. Raven loves playing with balls - collecting them, rolling them, throwing them, kicking them - #balls are his fave simple #toys 😊

    #AsianMastodon #Teochew #Gaginang #family #nephew #BallBoy #GrandmaAndGrandson #FamilyBonding #FamilyTime #playtime #Joyful #FamilyLove

  23. In this video, Pujya Niruma talks about how we always want love from others & we feel that we will be happy forever. But we should stop begging for love and try giving it instead. Being an embodiment of love is what will bring you real happiness. That's the true definition of real love.

    youtube.com/watch?v=Il2rEUqnnl

    #Love #family #familylove #trending #mastodon

  24. CW: CW: ideation, anxiety, hope

    The past few weeks have been an emotional whirlwind, starting with the shocking news of my layoff right before celebrating my first Mother’s Day as a trans woman with my mom, who was visiting from Mexico. The pain and disbelief were overwhelming, and I found myself spiraling into anxiety and sadness. However, amidst the chaos, there were moments of unexpected joy, like witnessing the Northern Lights for the first time and sharing a heartfelt Mother's Day celebration with my family. These experiences reminded me of the beauty in life, even when faced with adversity.

    Celebrating Mother's Day with my mom, despite the recent turmoil, brought a sense of unity and love that I deeply needed. Her acceptance and joy in being part of my first Mother's Day as a trans woman filled my heart with hope. The days that followed were a blend of emotional highs and lows—shopping trips, family dinners, and small adventures that temporarily distracted me from the harsh reality of my job loss. Each moment spent with my mom and family became a precious memory, especially knowing it was her last week with us.

    I've been quiet on social media lately, struggling with dark thoughts that have loomed stronger than ever. Saying goodbye to my mom was incredibly hard, and the looming dread of the future still lingers. Yet, reconnecting with friends, sharing experiences, and even finding solace in simple pleasures like binge-watching anime have helped me cope. Writing an extensive journal entry allowed me to process my feelings and find a sense of release. Despite the challenges, I’m holding on to the belief that better days are ahead, and I’m grateful for the love and support that surrounds me.

    #EmotionalRollercoaster #FamilyLove #TransJourney #FindingHope #LifeUpsAndDowns

  25. #AfricanArt #FamilyLove #family #portrait #acrylicpainting or #artprint
    Painting of the Day. The Happy Family XXI
    > > artcameroon.com/happy-family-2
    Bright acrylic painting of a young family that is sure to add warmth and joy to any home or office. Mailed from Boise, Idaho, USA
    80 cm / 31 in width
    90 cm / 35 in height
    $1500 original / $185 art print

  26. How sweet! My mom just made the most endearing Facebook post. Thankfully, she didn't tag me or mention anything explicitly, just some heart emojis, or else she might have inadvertently outed me publicly. I wouldn't have minded much, as the people most important to me already know my truth. Therefore, I won't ask her to remove the post. It warms my heart to see this as a sign of her acceptance.

    #FamilyLove #QuietAcceptance #LoveWithoutLabels #transgender

  27. #AfricanArt #FamilyLove #family #acrylicpainting
    Painting of the Day. The Happy Family XXXI
    > > artcameroon.com/happy-family-3
    In this tapestry of life @Anguwalters has poured his soul into a 5-foot wide (!) painting where human figures and geometric forms entwine in a rhythmic dance.
    150 cm / 59 in width
    100 cm / 39 in height
    $2300 original / Buy art from artists
    Satisfaction guaranteed / Nobody has ever been dissatisfied

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