My favorite clouds are those tiny wisps; they look like part of a larger cloud that ventured off. In my life on the city streets --- wisps come at me --- a child’s wonderful chortle, a dog’s worried face while waiting for its owner outside a shop, the white butterfly that greets me in the garden each time.
bday eve before
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Mona, the little dog I walk and love so who eats carrots like crazy and sometimes
takes them to bed with her. How she loves spring in our neighborhood and
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