December 02, 2025, 06:52 AM
(This post was last modified: December 02, 2025, 06:55 AM by Taamele.)
Taamele's fear lessened somewhat when it became clear that he would not have to battle this new world alone. A second blob arrived, she too squirming in the general direction of mother. There was a conversation that he could not hear, faces he could not see - and then, finally, blessedly, the warm bodies of mother and sister, and an endless flow of milk.
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RE: burn - by Taamele - December 02, 2025, 06:52 AM