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Tiny hands wrapped around a plastic figurine.
No chance at letting go, prehistoric love, like he knew this comfort before.
Plotting imaginary fights, T-Rex vs. Raptor, who wins?
You decide.
Over mountains, terrain, dinosaurs don’t live in deserts. I learn, as you learn.
Your mind hyperfixated on their story; you tell history, imaginary, reality. It’s true you tell me, Triceratops is my favourite because of the horns, “NO. Teradactyl, because her has wings.”
I call you a Tera-factal, you roll on the ground giggling, flapping your wings
- “noo I Brontosaurus”, as you extend your long neck.
A paleontologist, a dino wiz, a boy on the spectrum. You are 4, you know it all. My favourite dino boy.
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