A Toddler Hug

About, and dedicated to, Pat and his son Joshua

By Deanna CassidyPublished about 2 hours ago • 1 min read

Sticky from melon,
Covered in chocolate crumbs,
He nuzzles Daddy

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Deanna Cassidy

(she/her) This establishment is open to wanderers, witches, harpies, heroes, merfolk, muses, barbarians, bards, gargoyles, gods, aces, and adventurers. TERFs go home.

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About, and dedicated to, Pat and his son Joshua

About the Creator

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