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Bawl of Parenthood

As childhood days wax into history, Adam and Eve’s sacred parts haired, when Eve’s chest swells and Adam’s voice roars like thunderclaps, now is the dawn of their full bloom. Here, Adam and Eve get ridden in the train of love, in a rocket of paradise, and sometimes bumps into heartbreaks—the hurdles. We will birth young us, like the soil birth new trees life is a spinning wheel.

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