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.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Unity's story
There was butterflies and flowers growing with the mom's children just growing up. There were very much children in the whole world and very much mamas. There was a christmas tree and lots of people got presents even the babies did. They were taking a walk and then there was a monster and the monster ate all of them up. They escaped and the other mom who didn't get eaten up cut a little hole and let them out and they hided in their house with no windows and no doors. They jumped on their roof and the whole house broke. Then they all disappeared.
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2 comments:
Very creative. Does the picture she held up today go with that story?
Maybe a very loose version of Adam(absent) and Eve? Cast out?
Got to be a monster...but controlled
and defeated. Good understanding of
literature. To be continued...
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