Saturday, July 12, 2008

127x365 - Devon

At 3-years-old his plump hand grabbed mine and took me, “come – munkchip, munkchip hole” [chipmunk] and “wherda frog go?”

I was his chosen, but by the next year he had no memory of me. A 4-year-old, an entirely different creature.

1 comment:

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I think you're doing an amazing job with these! I have trouble paring down to an essence in 68 words. 40 would be an incredible challenge!