"You don't need to push me on the swing anymore Grama. I can get up by myself."
It took her a while to gather momentum, but up she went. By herself.
Spread your wings, little bird, and fly. Fly high.
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On a High
Many years ago now, when I was young(er) and strong and agile, I took a solo trip to England. It was early summer, and I had spent the fall ...
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Worse than that, I'm an anachronism. I have another song running through my head, Dolly Parton this time (take that up with me later, ok...
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It is the day before Christmas Eve here in Lanark, and the child is nestled all snug in her bed, being still much plagued with the six-hou...
it's got to be heart-opening and heart-rending at the same time, somehow.
ReplyDeletesniff. i think the same is coming to our house soon.