Thursday, July 17, 2014

hand me downs


At first glance it reminds me of a six-word novel.

Something like Alma no longer made the biscuits.

Or five words, Sybil waited. He never came.

Then I think in seven words, Abstract photo? Please. Shea just hated cleaning.



Today I am grateful for play. And the weather. Ohgoodgosh the weather.

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