Monday, March 19, 2007
Monday Morning
Today morning I woke up with butterflies. Eyes still closed, I felt a soft heat through the window, heard the creak-creaking of my old fan making its revolutions. Driving to work, the trees bowed to the breeze. A long dormant chant, from days of eating pink popsicles and selling sea-shells in the driveway, unfurled within me: "Summer's here! Summer's here! Summer's here!"
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Such beautiful memories. You really should write more about your childhood - I promise I will read your book cover to cover.
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