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, August 21, 2007
New York City
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What a great trip . . . getting to see so many people and to have so many fun times. I'm so glad it all worked out.
2 comments:
What a great trip . . . getting to see so many people and to have so many fun times. I'm so glad it all worked out.
the Coney Island Cyclone is waiting for Unity to grow another, um,.... (54 minus Unity is ????) .... 40 inches tall!
it was great seeing all of you.
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