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, September 07, 2011
The hideaway
1 comment:
grandma cindy
said...
I've been in that hideaway. It's a fun place to be!
1 comment:
I've been in that hideaway. It's a fun place to be!
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