Saturday, July 22, 2006

116 of 210 : Marguerite

When I was a baby, she’d carry me with my head in the palm of her hand, my body draped across her forearm; I’d giggle continuously as I watched the world go by. We start out in bliss, then spend the rest of our lives trying to find it again.


At Saturday, July 22, 2006 5:32:00 PM, Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

I was just wondering today when she would appear...beautiful.


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