Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Good Morning.
Nothing much is new. Just good morning everyone!
1 comment:
Anonymous
said...
I prefer being a night owl, but Unity that's a sweet "Good Morning." You just might get me to change my mind. Come to think of it, when I was out there with you, you did sort of inspire me to get out of bed much earlier. Or was that your Dad calling me to let me know my shift was starting? Ahh, the memories. Sure do miss you all!
Nothing much is new. Just good morning everyone!
1 comment:
I prefer being a night owl, but Unity that's a sweet "Good Morning." You just might get me to change my mind. Come to think of it, when I was out there with you, you did sort of inspire me to get out of bed much earlier. Or was that your Dad calling me to let me know my shift was starting? Ahh, the memories. Sure do miss you all!
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