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 04, 2009
hey kid, nice outfit
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grandma cindy
said...
Oh, Unity, you're such a clown! Can't believe the nose has lasted that long.
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Oh, Unity, you're such a clown! Can't believe the nose has lasted that long.
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