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, July 14, 2011
I scream
1 comment:
grandma cindy
said...
What a delicious summer day! I just might have to go scream too.
1 comment:
What a delicious summer day! I just might have to go scream too.
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