Zoe and Zeb, Held Ground

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ByEarl
#Life_Frames, A young mother and child share a tinder moment in a field of flowers.
His head rests against my heart, breath mirroring mine. The breeze moves through our hair, but here, low in the grass, it’s mild — the world’s noise diminished to almost nothing. Small hands fist in my dress like they used to grip my finger.

Zeb twitches — the same small twitch I felt from inside, months before his first cry. I was scared then too. I smile now, the old fear gone soft at the edges.

Around us, the wildflowers lean and scatter in the wind, gone to seed, but they hold their ground. We do too. Further than I thought we’d come.

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