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 31, 2008
One...singular sensation
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Anonymous
said...
We sure miss our one singular sensation . . . . and everyone else too. It was a wonderful Christmas! We sure packed a lot into the time we had together. It was a "never to be forgotten time"!!
1 comment:
We sure miss our one singular sensation . . . . and everyone else too. It was a wonderful Christmas! We sure packed a lot into the time we had together. It was a "never to be forgotten time"!!
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