364/365 Kathie
The one who would come when parents were gone, the brick-haired beauty bearing games and projects, the gal who liked to sing “Sugar Town” and was the first to assure me that flossy milkweed seeds buffeted by breeze were not in fact flying spiders.
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"...that flossy milkweed seeds buffeted by breeze were not in fact flying spiders." That's not writing, that's sheer poetry.
I like the image of a "brick-haired beauty"...
Lovely.
One more to go Indigo...
Yea for you!
Please let us know where we can find you next.
Everyone needs a friend like that.
They're NOT???
That whole post is fabulous ... something to aim for over my next 305 posts!
Yes ... please let us know where to find you ... I'm only just getting to "know" you!
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