Thursday, August 22, 2013
Tiny Babies in Tiny Houses
My sweet Clementine: She runs around with my heart, in and out of tiny garden houses, on path and through puddles. She slips, I slip. She falls, I fall. I am wrapped up in her curls and in her shadow and in her pink summer cheeks.
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