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, July 07, 2015
Changes
The photo in the frame is his school photo, taken less than a year ago. How is it possible that he looks so much older?
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