Showing posts with label I live in a hollow tree. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I live in a hollow tree. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

I live in a hollow tree

I live in a hollow tree

    So says the book that the baby loves. Not for what the words mean, but for their sounds.    
    For the way his mother flutters her fingers over the pages and says wwwwshhhhh to    
    make the snow tumble.
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