What a lovely depiction of love, Dennett

Ben always fell asleep before me, cuddling towards my right side. As he slipped the fingertips of his right hand under my hip, I’d stroke his head until his breathing slowed. He always fell asleep quickly. I’d read another hour or so, often looking at him as he slept peacefully, snoring softly.
He Dies Every Morning
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Jenine Bsharah Baines
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What a lovely depiction of love, Dennett
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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