My husband has a damaged leg.
He needs new boots
to support it, ease it.
He comes home with
mini dragon wellies
for our girl.
I try to scold and fail.
Story-scribbling, free-dancing, skip-dipping, pond-gazing, bowl-licking, paint-splatting, land-marveling, book-gorging, stone-whittling, fire-starting, moon-bathing soul-singing warrior mama.
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Tuesday, 5 July 2011
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