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  • I met you.
    When your whole head fit in the palm of my hands.
    Your tiny feet barely touched the fold of my arm.
    You're eyes open, staring at mine.

    Piercing, with poetry straight into my soul.
    Isabella, you are beautiful, full of life and ready to take on the world.

    8 years later you are full of life and "being" about the world.
    I can hardly pick you up with both arms.
    Instead of being able to carry you in my arms, we carry on with laughter and stories.

    Isabella, you are beautiful, full of life and all-ready taking on the world.
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