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.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
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Playing with Uncle Michael's drum sticks and the stuffed lion from Great Grandma Anida and Great Grandpa Bill, and hanging with some of the Lewis clan.
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