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.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Chatty chatty
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Thanks Chris! She really is talking up a storm. And she does love those feet, doesn't she?!
2 comments:
Thanks Chris! She really is talking up a storm. And she does love those feet, doesn't she?!
I see what you mean about the feet!
You never did that, Chris. I'm looking forward to more conversation in August.
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