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Friday, January 11, 2013

Small Stone #11

Small Stone #11:

Cold air biting cheeks, arms wrapped around self.  Walking very fast.  Eyes sting with wind and migraine, but notice seed pods piled just outside the chain-link.  Pushed through by small hands moving through a world of imagination.  Birdsong and laughter floating over the tall hedges lining the perimeter, greeting me with glee.

Nancy
January 11, 2013

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