in our neighborhood: Palmleaf, Littleleaf, and our street, Starleaf. If the streets are branches, the houses are leaves. If the streets are leaves, the houses are its veins, its across-the-palm creases.
reading these fragments each day, feels like watching you the writer leaf out and bloom as you find your writing self still there, changed but awake and looking around at this new world where you are mom
reading these fragments each day, feels like watching you the writer leaf out and bloom as you find your writing self still there, changed but awake and looking around at this new world where you are mom
ReplyDeleteIt feels like that from the inside, too!! Thank you for reading and for your sweet (and insightful) thoughts...
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