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.
Monday, August 20, 2007
connecticut part two
1 comment:
Anonymous
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It's clear that the years and the distance between your visits haven't hindered your ability to capture that spirit of fun when you do get together. Nice!
1 comment:
It's clear that the years and the distance between your visits haven't hindered your ability to capture that spirit of fun when you do get together. Nice!
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