Saturday, December 19, 2009

In my heart, swirling around in turn, are the things and people I love. Husband whirls by to be met by a Matroska doll, son hops on one foot and bombards into a toadstool. There is not much tonight. Just a few sentences, a smattering here or there. Things are getting close. I'm letting the blanket fall around my shoulders.

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