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Tuesday, July 13, 2010
I realized today that like Quattro, Elvis' head fits perfectly in that little nook of my shoulder, where my neck meets my collar bone. Even though it's slightly boney, it curves into a smooth like pillow, contoured to their sweet little heads when they cry, when they sleep.
They fit like my head does to Eddie's, it is as if we are all pieces of our own puzzle.