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, August 06, 2008
spinning class
1 comment:
Anonymous
said...
Goodness, that takes balance and control. What a busy girl.
1 comment:
Goodness, that takes balance and control. What a busy girl.
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