Those shoulders had a way of calling to my hands, to massage and soothe the day that had been, to begin the soft serenity that precedes the state of dreaming.
Shoulder rides were the highlight of so many good days when I was very little, these days I swing my arms around Mamma with ease. That's the way it is. One day we're look up to these giants of our lives, the next we are on our way to becoming one.
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